#chess 🎭

[witchofthemidlands]

day 1: lesbian

🎭 Erin “Chess” Chesterton 🎭

i have never done an oc pride month challenge before so thank you so, so much @dream-beyond-the-fantasy for thinking of me & tagging me in this, it really means a lot 🥹 this is several days late but i was away for the weekend & only saw the notification about this when i logged back onto tumblr earlier today 😩

there are no posted fics featuring her yet (& with how slow i am at writing these days might not be for ✨quite✨ sometime could be a year 😩😭😩) but she has been in the works since 2019 & will eventually feature first properly in For Years & Years I Roamed (the 12 arc of my canon rewrite AU) as the adopted daughter of barbara & ian before coming further into her own as she turns 15 & joins the bunghole squad, she’s so creative & loves musicals, the theatre, dressing up & makeup, chose to do drama as her creative gcse. barbara, ian, her brothers john & danny along with clara, the doctor & rose (& whoever's travelling with them at the time) go to ALL of her performances.

her love interest will be tanya adeola 🥰

tagging: @queenclaudiabrown @thedragonemperess

[chessboredom]

I guess I'll have to make an obligatory introduction. 🙄

Hi, I'm Shadow Milk, but y'all could just call me Shamil. I'll post my own drawings as well and analysis too, I guess. I'm feeling chattier than usual because it's getting boring in here. This is literally like the second Silver Tree. -🥛

And unlike most Shadow Milks, I'm just chill. Not same Shamil you would remember in the game. But I'm still insane, just a heads up. -🥛

[04dissection]

You know, I would like to add-on a bit to your ideas using a special chess move known as castling, where if the king and at least one of the rooks hasn't moved yet, and the bishop and knight on that side are out of the way, both the king and the rook can move- it's the only move that allows the movement of two pieces! (x)

I noticed you decided Yuno should be a castle, and I thought it'd be an interesting time to bring up the fact Yuno is currently helping Shidou?

Mahiru: Sorry for making you worry. (x)

Yuno: But Mahiru-san has finally fallen asleep. Keep me company with some idle chatter during our break. (x)

Kazui: You're helping Shidou-kun, aren't you? (x)

While I doubt that Yuno has any ulterior motives to helping Shidou, from the games I've watched(then again, these were games from a chess club), once the king is castled like that, neither piece really moves too much until the end of the game since it's a fairly advantageous position, especially if you hadn't developed the pawns in front of the bishop or knight at all.

Speaking of the bishop and the knight! I think it's fitting that you placed Mahiru on king's side, since she had to develop/move in order for Yuno to assist Shidou.

And. Yeah.

Chessgram Theory: Who is Kotoko Breaking?

While the object Kotoko is breaking in Deep Cover’s thumbnail is still certainly up for debate, many people (including myself) are of the belief that she’s snapped a white bishop from the game of chess. Given where Kotoko’s mental state is right now and what’s implied by the lyrics of Deep Cover, I think it’s likely that this MV’s theme will depict all of the prisoners as different chess pieces. Therefore, it’s worth asking: who is that? And, in a larger sense, which prisoners could be represented by which chess pieces?

Kotoko pretty clearly sees her situation as her and Es against the rest of the prison. So, I think that the characters would be divided as Kotoko and Es on one team, and everyone from 01-09 on the other. Kotoko is wearing black and appears to be breaking a white piece, so it’s pretty safe to assume that she and Es would be represented by the black pieces. It’s an interesting choice, given that, even to a non-Western audience, black can be considered a color of evil, and white a color of purity and truth. However, if the Es/Kotoko team is “mystery and anger” and the 01-09 team is “cold demeanors and death,” it fits well enough.

And that’s ignoring the most important part: in chess, the white team always moves first. This would fit with Kotoko’s vigilante worldview that everything she does is just a retaliation against others’ wrongdoing. The other characters attack first by sinning, and Kotoko is only picking them off before they can do any real damage to Team Warden.

Anyways, as for the pieces themselves, different websites seem to have slightly different opinions on what each piece can represent, with some obvious throughlines. I’ll be pulling quotes from these three articles, color coded according to which one is being used, which you can read more of if you wish. I’m also not a chess expert, so if I’m missing anything or got something wrong, I encourage you to add any of your own thoughts!

We’ll start with the Black Team, because there are fewer characters and I think it’s pretty obvious who’s who.

Kotoko Yuzuriha

Kotoko herself will probably be the black Queen. As anyone who’s played chess should know, your Queen is the most powerful piece in your arsenal because it can move on straights or diagonals for any distance.

The queen is our impulse to fight and possibly our id. It can argue based on beliefs. It can let loose and fight like a rook. It has no reason to hold back as a knight does and will often attack to the other side of the board just because it wants to.

This hyper-violent description of the Queen reminds me a lot of Kotoko. She attacks the other prisoners because, according to her beliefs, they’re criminals who deserve to be punished. Not to mention, the “id” is actually the same thing as the “es” in psychology. After we voted her innocent in the first trial, Kotoko became our teammate. She thinks that she’s the same as Es, so seeing herself as the “id” would fit perfectly with that self-assessment. Speaking of Es…

Es (and Jackalope?)

Es is most likely going to be the black King.

The king is not as powerful as the queen, but he is considered the most important piece that needs the most protection.

Even if Kotoko has more power than Es inside the prison, Es is still the one ultimately calling the shots. They’re the important piece who actually casts the votes that Kotoko can use to exact justice. The way that Es falls asleep between trials (or, at least, they did the first time) also reminds me of how the king can only move one space per turn, and often remains in the same square until closer to the end of the game.

The meaning of the Queen in the game of chess is she is plainly the closest support to the King and is often the second biggest (tallest) piece on the board, signifying her power and importance.

Es and Kotoko being the King and Queen together also opens them up to being assessed as a pair. They start the game next to each other, far across the board from the white pieces. If Es is the tallest, most notable piece in the prison, Kotoko isn’t far behind, acting as the King’s loyal fang.

I don’t know if any of the other pieces on the black team would have any sort of particular association. Maybe Jackalope could be the pawn that starts in front of the King (I think that’s the E pawn), so that he could hop out of the way on black’s first move to allow Kotoko to escape on a diagonal?

If I’m right about this theming, I also believe it’s possible that the black team would start only with the King and Queen. This would 1) make Kotoko and Es appear as rootable underdogs by having fewer pieces, 2) show how Kotoko is doing all of the work to defend justice, and 3) give Kotoko a lot of space to move around in from the start.

Now that we’re done with the black team, it’s time for the 01-09 White Team! Given that this side has many more main characters, there are several more possibilities to discuss here. I’ve settled on an answer for each of the prisoners, but there’s certainly room to be flexible with any of them.

Haruka Sakurai

Starting with Haruka… sorry, buddy, but I think you’re a Pawn.

Look, there are only eight pieces (not pawns) for each team on the board. If there are nine prisoners on the white team, at least one of them has to be a Pawn. And, especially through Kotoko’s account of the first Trial, Haruka wasn’t doing a whole lot. He didn’t get voted guilty, so she didn’t attack him, and he didn’t try to save any of the attacked prisoners, either. All he really did was get a new fit and align himself with Mu, someone who barely avoided being voted guilty in the first place.

There is a debate about whether the pawns are the peasants who live outside of the castle walls or are the soldiers protecting the royal court behind them.

Specifically, though, I think that Haruka would be the pawn that stands in front of Mu. Depending on which piece Mu is, it doesn’t have to work like this, but if you say that Pawn Haruka’s placement is basically a “if you want to attack her, you’ll have to get through me first,” that’s quite reminiscent of the threat he presented in his second audio drama.

Haruka also makes sense as a Pawn because he has a lot of potential. For anyone who doesn’t know, in chess, if a Pawn manages to make it to the other side of the board, they can transform into any other piece. Haruka’s quiet demeanor might let him slip under the radar, but if Kotoko takes her eye off of him for too long, he could wind up becoming a threat to the King (Es).

Haruka (VD2): “If you don’t forgive Mu-san, I’m going to kill you.”

In the audio drama, Es counters this plan by pointing out that, as a prisoner, Haruka cannot attack them. However, the sentiment is still there. Even if a Pawn doesn’t really stand a chance of attacking the King when Queen Kotoko is on the loose, there’s always the possibility that he could get too close and throw a wrench into Kotoko’s plans.

Yuno Kashiki

As for Yuno… well, we all know that she’s a Queen in general, but in chess, I don’t think that argument really holds up. Yuno really just isn’t… relevant? enough? to the conflicts of the prison as a whole (at least where Kotoko is involved) to be represented by such an important piece. But, if Yuno isn’t the Queen, what would she be…?

Personally, I think she would be a Rook.

The rook is brute force. It is a disregard to beliefs.

Simply put, Yuno is a Rook because she’s a pretty straightforward person. That’s not to say that she doesn’t lie, of course– her whole t1 attitude seems to have been a bit of an act, and that one section in the middle of Tear Drop makes it pretty obvious that Yuno conceals her true feelings on order to better please her customers sometimes– but that, in the end, Yuno always does what she wants. If she wants to barge forward or cut across the entire board sideways, she’ll do it. She often keeps to herself, just like how enemy pieces wouldn’t want to get directly in front of the Rook for fear of being curb stomped.

Back to her t1 attitude, though…

The rook is the castle, the walls, the protectorate of the city, and in being so, is the only piece not representative of a living thing.

While most sources attribute the Rook’s walls to protecting the other important pieces, Yuno’s walls protect herself. Yuno’s Castle keeps her true self locked behind cold and stony walls, giving her freedom from making any attachments.

Futa Kajiyama

Futa is a Knight because… he’s, uh, literally a knight.

The knight pieces are the protective knights in the castle. The pieces are shaped like a horse because it is symbolic of what knights rode during battle.

It doesn’t always have to be that deep. (/j)

Actually, though, there are other reasons to call Futa the Knight– possibly some of the same reasons why the Milgram creative team decided to make one of his MVs themed after fantasy RPGs in the first place.

The knight represents the pure inner-warrior. If a knight starts out passive, it will always end up aggressive and vice versa. It can't move very far, but it never moves in a straight line, always preferring to be tactical and thoughtful.

Futa definitely seems to cycle between aggressive and passive. He passively lived his life as a regular guy until he unleashed his aggression and became a cyberbully. That aggression fueled him until he learned of his victim’s death, at which point he shut down and seemed to become more passive and introspective again. Arriving in Milgram triggered his aggressive tendencies, but getting voted guilty and losing an eye for it triggered his passive terror. At the time of his second audio drama, it seems like he’s returned to aggressively questioning Es again, and it remains to be seen whether he keeps that attitude into t3 or if something happens that once again makes him lose his footing (or die).

Mu Kusunoki

Much like Yuno, Mu also has an argument for being called the Queen– more so than Yuno, considering her strong Queen Bee coding in It’s Not My Fault and the titles of both of her audio dramas– but also falls short in the “being opposed to Kotoko” department. Although Haruka certainly looks to her for leadership, I can’t imagine Kotoko actually considering Mu a serious enough threat to put Mu on the same level as herself.

So again, like Yuno, I think Mu might be the other Rook. Mu also displayed a very “whatever I say goes” attitude in INMF, so she can share the same rhetoric behind Yuno being represented by that piece. The logic behind the castle aspect is slightly different, though.

Every country or medieval estate would have its royalty who were protected within the walled city or castle.

Mu is a rich, half-European girl whose dad sells real estate. Of course she would be represented by the Castle! Mu’s tactics involve consolidating her power in order to lead from a place above it all, exactly like how a castle looks over the rest of the village. Additionally, I can’t find the source of whoever pointed it out first, but I’ve seen it mentioned that the dress Mu wears in her birthday art is a reference to the one that Belle wears in Disney’s interpretation of Beauty and the Beast. It’s a fairytale with a princess (and perhaps someday, a queen), yes, but it’s specifically one where the heroine is trapped within a castle. Making Mu into a Rook would be a great way to keep up her royal theming, while leaving the Queen for a character a bit more powerful and relevant to Kotoko.

(Going back to Haruka for a moment, this would make him specifically the A or H pawn.)

Shidou Kirisaki

I really thought that Shidou might have more competition for the role of King, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that nobody fit the role quite as well as he did.

Shidou is the perfect balance of a piece who’s very problematic for Kotoko’s win condition, while also not being much of an active threat himself. There are very low odds that Shidou would ever actually try to harm Kotoko directly or get in her way to divert an attack. However, as long as he’s alive, Kotoko can’t win, because Shidou can keep attempting to heal all of the pieces Kotoko tries to eliminate. That’s not something that the King piece can actually do in a chess game, but hopefully you get my point.

Additionally, Triage let us know that Shidou is a family man. While the white Queen will obviously not be representative of Shidou’s deceased wife, and not every other prisoner would enjoy living under his reign (cough cough Amane), the optics of him being the “head of the family” are obviously there. It’s a pretty bad look if the white King starts the game by pleading with the black King to give him the death penalty, but… Well, at least Shidou changed his mind.

Mahiru Shiina

Not to answer the theory’s main question so early into the post, but… I think Mahiru is a white Bishop. Specifically, the one that Kotoko could be snapping in half in the thumbnail.

As far as I can remember, barring Undercover, Milgram’s MVs have only shown us things that have happened in the past. There are some things that could kind of hint at the future (like Shidou’s “So hey, prolong my life / I’m indispensable” in Triage) or depict prisoner’s fears of the future (like Futa potentially being afraid that Es could declare him guilty again at the end of Backdraft). But, I think that every instance of something like that happening could be explained as something that the character did or thought about in the past as well. That might be wrong, as I don’t want to take the time to write out how everything that appears like it could be in the future is actually in the past, but it sounds right to my memory.

My point being, while the snapped bishop could be indicative of Kotoko’s plans to crush someone in the future, if the chess pieces do represent characters, it makes far more sense if her smashing the white bishop is something that already happened in the past. Thus, it would probably be one of the three characters that Kotoko attacked in the past: Futa, Mahiru, or Mikoto.

Of the three options, I think Mahiru fits the role of bishop best.

The bishop is your belief structure. This is why a bishop that starts on white, will always be on white and vice versa for the black bishop.

While not a particularly religious person, Mahiru is someone who lives and dies based on her beliefs about the value of love. No matter what happens to her, she always keeps her same perspective, believing that love is the entirety of who she is and the only thing that’s worth living for. It’s how firmly she clung to those beliefs that sent her to Milgram, and her lack of awareness regarding her actions that got her voted guilty. AKA, Mahiru’s Bishop-like beliefs are exactly what sent her to be crushed in Kotoko’s palm.

To the extent that the blood in the thumbnail is the Bishop’s and not Kotoko’s, Mahiru was also the most grievously injured of the prisoners in between trials. I saw people joking that the thing Kotoko was crushing was “Mahiru’s bones,” and, like… maybe you’re not entirely wrong? 

I hope that you continue reading the post to hear my thoughts on the last three prisoners. But, if you are tapping out here… uhhhh, 0610 enjoyers, go crazy with this one.

Kazui Mukuhara

When I started theorizing for this post, I really thought that I was going to make Kazui the Queen to Shidou’s King. The two of them are pretty close, so the idea of Kazui being Shidou’s guardian makes total sense. And, most importantly, Kazui was the one to actually intercept and divert Kotoko’s attack on Futa. He’s been established as the most muscular prisoner in Milgram, on par with someone like Kotoko, which is perfect for him being the Queen!

Wellllll… I changed my mind and decided to make Kazui a Knight anyway.

There are a lot of good arguments for Kazui being a knight too, okay? After Cat, it’s pretty clear that Kazui was once a police officer. Thus, being a member of the castle guard would be a good match for his choice of career. They’re also probably the most traditionally “manly” piece, representative of an armed man on a horse, and Kazui tries very hard to be manly.

Knights can also hop over other pieces, much like how Kazui jumped into the fight between Kotoko and Futa. In fact…

Never underestimate [the Knight] for its limited range. It’s known as the "Queen Killer" for a reason!

Knights are often a good piece to use to attack Queens because of their unique L-shaped movement pattern. Unlike every other piece, they can attack the Queen from a position that can’t be immediately reversed upon them. Thus, Kazui’s ability to beat Kotoko could be an indicator of this “Queen Killer” quality, instead of the innate power of being a Queen himself. (This logic applies to Futa as well: he can attack Kotoko from the unique angle of appealing to Es’ morals and own sense of justice. Kotoko can’t do the same because, unlike Futa, she has yet to outwardly acknowledge that her murder could have been anything less than righteous.)

Also… the Knight is the only piece that doesn’t move in a straight line. Get it? The Knight doesn’t move straight? And that represents Kazui? Because Kazui is–

Amane Momose

Amane is the other Bishop because… religion.

The bishop stands close to the king and queen because it represents the church which many royal courts held near and dear to their hearts.

The Bishop represents the church, an important and very powerful entity throughout history and even today if you think about it.

Again, not everything has to be a reach. (/j)

So… yeah, Amane’s beliefs– specifically religious beliefs, this time– are also a huge part of her life. Even if she’s changed what the cult’s doctrine means to her, she still confesses that she carried out her murders for the sake of what her religion considers right and wrong.

This is also considered the third most powerful piece on the chessboard because back in the day religion could influence many people, even without the help of the royal family.

Not so much for Mahiru, but this sentiment also fits Amane pretty well! Between the threats of potential conversions and potential assassinations, Amane was definitely one of the prisoners to watch heading into t2. From what I’ve heard, the main reason why her vote was so down to the wire was mostly because people were afraid of the power that Amane held.

Interestingly, this would put another prisoner who was voted guilty in contention for the piece that Kotoko is crushing. However, I still think it’s more likely that that piece would be Mahiru, because Kotoko didn’t physically attack Amane. If it were Amane, it would more likely be that her beliefs were crushed as opposed to her bones, but… I don’t really think that really happened, either. Amane would almost certainly be a bishop, though, so there’s certainly a possibility that that broken piece could be her.

Mikoto/John Kayano

With only one prisoner left to go, you may have already come to the conclusion that Mikoto is the white Queen. And… yeah, I can’t really deny that at this point. Like I said, I wanted to make Kazui the Queen, but I couldn’t otherwise figure out what Mikoto would be.

Because, there’s one main thing that makes me think that Mikoto has to be the Queen… John’s lack of restraints.

She is allowed to move in any direction and in as many squares as she wants.

Due to the whole situation with John not technically being a prisoner, when John is the alter in charge, John cannot be restrained, even when voted guilty. That makes him very powerful; no matter what he does, we can’t use a guilty vote to try to stop him, much like many people hoped to do with Haruka when voting him guilty in t2. The Queen can visit any square, no matter whether it’s black or white, upright or reversed, Mikoto or John. Choosing any other piece that was constrained to a much more limited set of movement rules just felt off for him.

Next, while Kazui was able to defeat Kotoko and save Futa, the fight between John and Kotoko was a draw. That means that they are also evenly matched– perfect for both being the same kind of piece. Mikoto isn’t as close to Shidou as Kazui is (anymore, I think?), but they were at least smoking club buddies, so calling Mikoto the Queen to Shidou’s King isn’t the most ridiculous proposition.

Finally, making Mikoto the Queen, a very feminine piece, is super interesting in the context of people discussing how Mikoto is often associated with stereotypically feminine roles and the girl prisoners (oboetemasuka | candckirby | purgemarchlockdown). I don’t have a whole lot else to say on this matter considering these weren’t points of Mikoto’s characterization I originally noticed myself, but I encourage you to read these posts to get a taste of what I’m talking about. I’m sure there were other posts discussing it too, but… it’s so hard to find things on Tumblr ;-;

Conclusion

Finally, we’ve been through every prisoner! Here’s a summary of what I decided on (left or right side doesn’t matter):

The funny thing about this theory is that it could be fully disproven wrong in, like, a week, if either 1) that wasn’t a chess piece at all, or 2) the chess pieces obviously represent something else. For instance, the chess board could fully relate to, you know, Kotoko’s actual murder and not what she got up to in between trials. We are supposed to get more actual evidence regarding that too, aren’t we…?

Still, if it turns out that the chess board does represent Milgram, I will get the full satisfaction of having called it ahead of time, even if my assignments aren’t 100% correct. No matter what, I had fun thinking about it, which is (in my opinion) the highlight of theorizing! If you have anything else to add, I encourage you to communicate your thoughts in comments, tags, or reblogs. If you don’t, then I simply thank you for reading this far!

Deep Cover… soon.

[aleksatia]

How would he ask you to prom? 🎭🔥

☀️ Xavier – The Silent Chess Game

It starts in the middle of history class. You’re sitting next to him, half-listening to the lecture, when a folded note lands on your desk.

Your gaze flickers to Xavier. He doesn’t look at you. Doesn’t acknowledge it.

Curious, you open it.

"Prom is in three weeks. I assume you don’t have a date yet."

You frown, scribbling back. "Why do you assume that?"

You slide it over. He unfolds it, scans the message, and smirks—just barely.

A moment later, the note slides back.

"Because if you did, I would know."

Your fingers tighten around the paper. He keeps writing.

"Wear something elegant. I’ll handle the rest."

Your jaw drops. "You just decided this without asking?" you whisper.

Finally, he turns his head slightly, his cool blue eyes meeting yours. "I just asked."

…You don’t have a comeback. And worse? You don’t say no.

☃️ Zayne – The ‘This Was Never a Question’ Move

You’re in the library, flipping through notes when a shadow falls over the table. You don’t need to look up. You already know who it is.

Zayne drops into the chair across from you, smooth and effortless. No greeting. No build-up. Just a simple, precise action—he slides his phone toward you.

The screen? A digital ticket for prom. Two tickets. Your name already written on one.

You stare at it. Then at him.

"This is presumptuous," you say.

He doesn’t blink. "Is it?"

"You just assumed I’d say yes?"

He exhales, tilting his head slightly. "No. I just accounted for all possible outcomes and made the most logical decision."

"You calculated our prom chances?"

He exhales like you’re exhausting. "Would you prefer something more dramatic? Should I set up a fireworks display?"

You smirk. "That’d be funny."

A pause. Then—he actually pulls out his phone.

"Wait—wait, you’re not serious," you gasp.

His lips twitch. "Say yes, and I’ll cancel the order."

…You say yes.

🧜‍♂��� Rafayel – The Artist’s Declaration

You don’t know about the painting.

Not until the day of the art exhibit in the main hall. Students walk through, admiring different works—and then, suddenly, the crowd gathers in one spot.

Curious, you push through—and your breath catches.

Because there, at the center of the exhibit, is a massive portrait. Of you.

In a gown. In soft lighting. Painted with an artistry so breathtakingly delicate, so achingly familiar, that you don’t need to read the name to know who created it.

And then, behind you, a warm voice murmurs, "You like it?"

You spin. Rafayel stands there, arms crossed, expression unreadable—except for the tiny hint of a smirk in his eyes.

"This—" you gesture at the painting, "this is…"

"An invitation." He tilts his head, studying your reaction. "I figured if you saw it first, you wouldn’t say no."

You open your mouth. Close it. "This is how you ask someone to prom?"

He grins. "It’s how I ask you."

…You hate that it works.

🦅 Sylus – The Untouchable Kingmaker

Nobody knows how it happened, but the prom theme this year is exactly what Sylus wanted. The event? Exclusive. Invitation-only. And guess who’s controlling the invitations?

Not the principal. Not the student council. Him.

Your invitation doesn’t come in the form of a question. It’s an inevitability.

One evening, you find a sleek black envelope inside your locker. Inside? A single black feather. A message written in elegant, looping script.

🖤 "You’re coming to prom with me. Wear something that makes it worth my time. – S"

A rustle makes you look up. At the end of the hall, perched casually near the window, a raven sits, tilting its head. Watching.

And when you finally turn to look for him? Sylus is already gone.

🔥 Caleb – The ‘Help Me, But Actually I Win’ Move

He’s waiting for you by the lockers, arms crossed, trying (and failing) to look casual.

"Hey." He shifts, eyes flicking away for a second before locking onto yours. "I got a problem."

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Yeah," he grunts, running a hand through his hair. "There are like… five girls trying to ask me to prom." He sighs, dramatically suffering. "And you’ve got those weird guys hovering around you, too."

Your eyes narrow. "And?"

He smirks. "So, let’s fix it. You go with me. I go with you. We both get peace and quiet." His voice is easy, playful—but the way his fingers twitch at his sides tells a different story.

You tilt your head. "You sure you don’t actually want to go with one of them?"

His jaw tightens. "I don’t want to go with them."

He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean, come on, it’s an easy deal. Right?"

Yeah. Easy. If you don’t count the way his ears turn red when you finally say yes.

[spr1ngbunnypvrin]

🤡 Silly & Embarrassing William Afton Headcanons 🤡

(A mix of work-life chaos at Freddy’s, moments of pure foolishness, and things he’d rather die than admit.)

He’s overly theatrical, stubbornly refuses to admit mistakes, and gets himself into ridiculous situations constantly. Most of these moments are immediately buried and never spoken of again—except by Henry, who will never forget.

💀 1. THE TIME HE ALMOST GOT HIS HEAD STUCK IN A SPRINGLOCK SUIT (BUT HENRY SAVED HIM)

He was showing off—being all theatrical about how "perfectly safe" the springlock mechanism was.

Decided to demonstrate it himself to some employees.

Didn’t secure something properly and suddenly felt the suit start to shift.

Panic set in immediately. You know how smug he is? It was gone. He went stiff as a board.

Henry, who was just sipping his coffee, looked up, sighed, and had to calmly walk over and fix the latch before William died in the stupidest way possible.

William, sweating bullets, just brushed it off with a “See? No problem whatsoever.”

The employees were not convinced.

🎤 2. HE CHALLENGED A KID TO A SINGING COMPETITION—AND LOST HORRIBLY

One of the kids at Freddy’s kept mocking his accent and saying he sounded "like an old-timey vampire."

William, offended beyond belief, decided to challenge them to a sing-off.

He cannot sing. Like, at all.

This was a mistake.

The kid destroyed him with a performance of some cheesy 80s song.

He literally just walked off mid-song to pretend it never happened.

🛠️ 3. HE SPENT THREE HOURS TRYING TO FIX A MACHINE, ONLY FOR HENRY TO SOLVE IT IN 10 SECONDS

One time, the prize counter’s ticket dispenser broke.

William, too stubborn to call Henry, decided he would fix it himself.

Three hours later, covered in grease and seething, he still hadn’t figured it out.

Henry walks in, presses a single button, and the machine starts working again.

William stood there in silence.

Henry just patted his shoulder and walked away.

🐰 4. HE TRIED TO WEAR THE SPRINGBONNIE SUIT TO “SCARE” HENRY—BUT HE TRIPPED AND FELL IN IT

Thought it would be hilarious to sneak up behind Henry in the Springbonnie suit and make him jump.

Miscalculated his step and completely wiped out.

Full-body faceplant.

Got stuck in the suit. Henry had to pull him out.

“Not a word of this leaves the room.”

Henry was laughing too hard to respond.

💀 5. HE ONCE MISTOOK A RANDOM EMPLOYEE FOR HENRY AND WENT ON A RANT FOR TEN MINUTES

Stormed into the office, not even looking up, and started going off.

“Henry, I swear, if you installed one more bloody safety protocol, I’m going to—”

Looked up.

Not Henry. Just some poor new employee.

The guy was terrified.

William just cleared his throat, turned around, and walked out.

Never spoke of it again.

🍕 6. HE HAS HORRIBLE LUCK WITH THE PIZZA OVEN—ALMOST SET THE PLACE ON FIRE

Refuses to admit he can’t cook.

Decided to “help out” in the kitchen.

Turned the oven up to max temperature because “it’ll cook faster.”

It did not. It caught fire.

Henry had to come running in with a fire extinguisher.

William just stood there, hands on his hips, looking at the disaster like it wasn’t his fault.

“Perhaps the oven is simply poorly designed.”

🎭 7. HE TRIED TO BE “MYSTERIOUS” AND FELL OFF A CHAIR INSTEAD

Thought it would be dramatic and cool to lean back in a chair while talking.

Overdid it. Chair slipped. Full backflip onto the floor.

Lay there in silence for a minute, contemplating every decision in his life.

Henry just watched. No reaction. Just sipped his coffee.

📣 8. BONUS: THINGS HE’D RATHER DIE THAN ADMIT

He once got a Freddy mask stuck on his head. Had to have an employee pull it off.

He accidentally called Henry “darling” once. Henry never let him live it down.

A kid once beat him at chess in five moves. He was furious.

He walked into a glass door once because he was distracted talking. Pretended like it never happened.

He secretly finds some of the animatronic jingles catchy but refuses to admit it.

He tried to moonwalk once. It didn’t go well.

He once dropped an animatronic endoskeleton on his foot. Spent the whole day limping but refused to acknowledge it.

He has mistaken an animatronic for a person at least once and said “Excuse me” before realizing.

💀 When William Tries (And Fails) to Impress You 💀

(A collection of moments where he attempts to be charming, impressive, or dignified around you… and completely fails.)

🎩 1. THE TIME HE TRIED TO BE SMOOTH AND WALKED INTO A DOOR

William loves making grand entrances.

He was mid-sentence, giving you one of his classic smug little monologues, when—

BAM. Right into the glass door.

He froze.

You stared.

Henry, in the distance, choked on his coffee.

William just slowly turned back to you, completely deadpan.

"…As I was saying."

🍷 2. HE TRIED TO DO THE "COOL WINE SWIRL"—AND SPILLED IT ALL OVER HIMSELF

Took you out to some fancy restaurant, all dressed up, acting like the most refined gentleman alive.

Picked up his wine glass, swirled it dramatically—

And immediately flung red wine all over his own white dress shirt.

Just sat there for a second, blinking.

"…Well. This is an unfortunate turn of events."

You were dying trying not to laugh.

💡 3. HE TRIED TO FIX SOMETHING IN FRONT OF YOU—AND MADE IT WORSE

The lights at Freddy’s flickered weirdly, so he decided to show off his “engineering skills.”

Got up on a chair, started fiddling with wires.

"No need to call a professional, dear, I know exactly what I’m—"

Sparks. Smoke. Entire building loses power.

Silence.

You: "…So should I call Henry now?"

William: "Don’t you dare."

🕶️ 4. HE TRIED TO WINK AT YOU—BUT DID IT SO BADLY IT LOOKED LIKE A TWITCH

This man thinks he’s in some 1950s noir film.

Tried to give you a slow, charming wink.

Failed miserably. One eye shut too hard, and the other didn’t close at all.

You thought he was having a stroke.

"…Are you okay???"

He immediately changed the subject.

🐰 5. HE TRIED TO GIVE YOU A "PET NAME"—BUT IT CAME OUT ALL WRONG

He’s not the type to say cute things easily, so he was testing something out.

"Come here, my little… honey… muffin… sugar…"

He paused. Realized what he just said.

"Forget that just happened."

You immediately latched onto it and started calling him “Muffin” just to torture him.

🎭 6. HE TRIED TO SHOW OFF HIS "ACTING SKILLS"—AND OVERDID IT

Thought it would be romantic to recite poetry to you.

But instead of a charming, smooth delivery, he went full Shakespearean actor mode.

Overly dramatic hand gestures, deep booming voice, the works.

Half the restaurant turned to look.

You were equal parts flattered and horrified.

Henry just sighed from across the room.

🔥 7. HE TRIED TO COOK FOR YOU—AND IT WAS A DISASTER

He wanted to do something “nice” for you.

Decided to cook dinner.

Overestimated his skills.

Pan caught fire.

You walked in on him standing in complete silence, staring at the flames.

"…I can explain."

You took the fire extinguisher.

🔪 8. HE TRIED TO CARVE SOMETHING NICE FOR YOU—AND ALMOST CUT HIS HAND OFF

He has a habit of carving things from wood (because knives = ✨ dramatic ✨).

Thought he’d make something for you—a little rabbit figurine or something.

Misjudged the knife angle.

Almost took off his own fingers.

You: "You good??"

William: "Absolutely. No issues whatsoever. This is fine." (While holding back blood.)

[panerasbox]

Stop the World -

Pairing: Chessy x fem!reader (present time)

Genre: Angst

warnings: character is engaged to someone else. internalized homophobia. use of y/n

word count: 1,707

A/N: This is my first fic since 2014. I’m definitely rusty, so I hope this is somewhat enjoyable! I’m super nervous 🫣

when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night

With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife

And when you think about me all of those years ago

You're standing face-to-face with "I told you so"

Chapter One 🎭 Chapter Two 🎭 Chapter Three 🎭 Chapter Four 🎭 Chapter Five 🎭 Chapter Six

“What are you doing?” My voice came out a little shaky, more like a desperate question than a real accusation as I hurried to catch up.

Chessy stopped, turning with this sigh that just sounded tired, like she was carrying the weight of the world or something. “What are you talking about, y/n?” she asked, her eyes not quite meeting mine.

“What are you doing?” I repeated, each word making the space between us feel tighter. “What are you doing… with him?” The last word felt gross in my mouth, like I’d just admitted something awful.

Chessy ran a hand through her hair, a quick, jerky movement that told me she was already annoyed or upset. “You just don’t get it,” she mumbled, already starting to turn away. Again.

“Wait, please.” My hand shot out and grabbed her arm.“Please, Chess? Just… talk to me?”

Her eyes flicked everywhere but at me. A little tremor ran through her voice when she finally spoke, the words almost too quiet to hear. “He… he asked me last week.” Her breath hitched, a tiny, painful sound. “To marry him. And… I said yes.”

The words hit me hard, like a punch to the gut that stole all the air. Engaged? Seriously? She said yes? It was my turn to try and create some space between us and this… this unbelievable thing.

I turned away, my legs feeling heavy and uncooperative. I just kept walking, ignoring the sound of her calling my name.

The second the car door slammed shut, it was like a switch flipped. The dam broke, and tears just started pouring down my face, hot and messy. I swiped at them with my sleeve, but it was already soaked and pretty useless.

The silence inside the car felt thick and heavy, like you could cut it with a knife. After what felt like forever, I reached for the radio, desperate for some noise, anything to fill this awful emptiness. My fingers fumbled with the buttons, finally hitting the shuffle. The first few notes of a song just blasted through the speakers. It was “Good Luck, Babe.” You’ll have to stop the world just to stop the feeling. The irony was just… cruel.

I just stared out the window, watching the blur of passing lights, each one a stupid reminder that I was driving further and further away from her. How the hell had we even gotten here? I remembered the day I first pulled up to Parker Knoll… Elizabeth James had swept into my life a few years prior – introduced by a mutual friend, her warmth was immediate and infectious. Despite living miles apart, we’d forged a surprisingly close bond through long emails and occasional phone calls. So, when she offered me the chance to escape my usual routine and spend the summer with her family in the California sun, how could I refuse? Naturally, I'd said yes.

The California sun was blazing down on the driveway as Elizabeth finally parked. Parker Knoll was even prettier than I’d pictured. While Elizabeth started yanking my bags out of the trunk, this figure appeared from the dark coolness of the stables, leading this gorgeous chestnut horse. My breath just kind of caught in my throat. It was Chessy. There was this immediate, undeniable pull. It wasn't just, like, admiring her; it was a jolt, this sudden, intense feeling deep down.

Our eyes met for a second as she tied the mare to a post. There was this little flicker in her eyes, a stillness that felt charged, before she gave me this warm, welcoming smile. But I could have sworn, just for that split second, there was something else there too, a spark that felt like it mirrored the sudden heat I was feeling.

Evenings on the porch became my favorite, hands down. As the sun went down, Chessy and I would just end up talking for hours. Her laugh was so contagious, this bright, unrestrained sound that would make my chest ache in this way I couldn’t quite name yet. There were those moments when our eyes would meet across the fading light, and the laughter would just die down, replaced by this lingering look that felt heavy with things we weren’t saying, this silent understanding hanging in the air.

One really sunny afternoon, as Chessy and I were coming back from a ride, still cracking up about this whole thing with this stubborn little pony, Elizabeth met us on the porch. She smiled all warm and knowing. "You two seem to be getting along wonderfully," she said, and I caught this quick, significant look she shot Nick. Chessy’s smile just tightened a little as she nodded.

It was super late one night, after everyone else had gone to bed. This crazy thunderstorm just rolled in out of nowhere, and the power flickered a few times before just dying completely, leaving the whole ranch in the dark. We ended up huddled together in the living room, the only light these soft, flickering candles on the fireplace. The air felt different, charged in a way that wasn't just the storm outside. One minute we were whispering about stupid childhood fears, the next thing I knew, my hand was reaching out almost on its own, my fingers just lightly tracing the line of her jaw. Her breath caught, and her eyes, all wide and shiny in the candlelight, held this mix of surprise and… something else entirely. Desire? Before I could even think about it, before the doubts could creep in, I just leaned in, and our lips met. It was a quick kiss, but it felt totally electric, like this silent agreement about all the feelings we’d been trying to ignore.

The second our lips broke apart, it was like a cloud passed over Chessy’s face. She pulled back real quick, her eyes all mixed up with longing and this sudden, almost panicked look. "Y/n," she whispered, her voice kind of shaky. "This… this can't happen." She wouldn't even look at me, just staring at the flickering candle flames like they held some kind of answer. The air, which had felt so full of possibility just a second ago, now felt heavy with this unspoken regret and this dawning sense of loss. She started talking about Martin, about their plans, her words building this invisible wall between us.

The next few weeks were just this confusing, exhausting mess of stolen glances and these forced, fake-sounding laughs. Chessy was still nice, but there was this definite distance now, this wall she’d put up that I just couldn’t seem to get past. She started talking about Martin all the time, about what they were going to do. It was like she was trying to convince herself, and maybe me too, that their life was the right one, the only one. I’d catch this flicker of something else in her eyes sometimes, these quick moments of longing when our eyes would accidentally meet, but then she’d just look away real fast, her jaw all tight and determined. This unspoken thing just hung in the air – the memory of that stupid kiss, the real connection we’d had, now buried under all this denial and what felt like a ton of pressure.

Weeks later, back in my own quiet life, the phone rang and just shattered the silence. It was Elizabeth. She’d decided to come visit, which was a nice, familiar warmth in my empty apartment. We were sitting on my couch, our tea getting cold, and she gently brought up the thing I’d been trying so hard to avoid thinking about. "I miss having you around, y/n," she said softly. "And… well, Chessy misses you too, I think." My heart did this little flutter even though I was trying to stay detached. "She seems pretty happy with Martin," I said, trying to sound casual. Elizabeth’s brow furrowed a little. "She's engaged to Martin, yeah. But happy? I don't know about that. She's been… well, snappier than usual. Even Nick has noticed. It's like she's fighting something inside."

A bitter laugh escaped me. "Snappier? Liz, she's engaged. That's usually a pretty happy time, right?" Elizabeth reached across the small space between us and placed a warm hand on my arm. Her eyes filled with a different kind of knowing, held mine. "Y/n," she said gently, "Sometimes the things we think we want aren't the things that truly make us happy. I just… I think you should know that things might not be as perfect as they seem on the surface." She hesitated, then added in a softer voice, "Maybe a little trip back to Parker Knoll wouldn't hurt anything. Just to see how she's doing."

Elizabeth’s words hung in the silence of my apartment, heavy with implication. Parker Knoll. The name itself sent a fresh wave of conflicting emotions crashing over me – the warmth of those initial sun-drenched days, the electric charge of that kiss, the sharp, gut-wrenching pain of the morning's confrontation. Go back? See her again, knowing she wore Martin's ring, knowing she'd chosen that path? The thought was nauseating, a self-inflicted wound waiting to happen.

And yet... Elizabeth's gentle insistence, her observation that Chessy wasn't truly happy, that she was "fighting something"... it planted a tiny, dangerous seed of hope in the wreckage of my heart. Was it possible? Could the confident facade Chessy presented to the world, the one she'd used to push me away, be cracking? The memory of her eyes in the candlelight – that flicker of shared desire before the fear won – resurfaced, potent and undeniable.

The silence stretched, filled only by the low hum of the city outside my window. Elizabeth watched me, her expression kind but waiting. The phantom melody of "Good Luck, Babe" seemed to echo faintly, a mocking reminder of the impossible situation. You'll have to stop the world just to stop the feeling. Maybe the world didn't need to stop. Maybe... maybe I just needed to go back and face it. The question lingered, terrifying and tempting all at once: Could I really walk back into the place where my heart had been both ignited and shattered, just to see?

[tadc-funfair-au]

KINGER REF SHEET

🎭{PLUS SPRITES AND CARAVANS}🎭

Kinger 🤎TRAILER 1🤎

Magic tricks

chess games

Mostly the main entrance of the caravanes

+ the little character in the caravan is "Esmey", mimine and pomni 7th child !

[rainbow-journalist]

Makoto needs a hug for all the truma he been though from the UG experments

I really agree, he totally deserves the comforts of the world, but he must feel he doesn't deserve it for what he's done.

Tw: ☔🎭⚠️

(I tried to color it in a different way, it was hard to make a hug 🥺)

Everything he did in the game was out of pure emotion, even though he had logical moments, everything he did was out of: despair and fear. He had to pretend to be a villain, even creating these strange masks so that no one gets close to him, like a barrier. Even his Mystery Phantom had to act like a sadist for Yuma to hate him, he was just a broken guy inside who carried everything alone for 3 years, and that probably merged with what he suffered with the government, clone angst must be horrible.

There should have been an option in the game where you could give him a hug, and he could allow himself to cry after so long, he deserves to release everything he feels after years. I'm a little surprised that a lot of people forgave him, even the detectives, even Halara?? Well, he deserves it...

I hope he's okay in the post game, and if he does show up in a sequel, he probably still feels horrible about using everyone as chess pieces, but, we love our tragic short king, everyone should hug him. 🎭💞

[martha-mildenhall]

Welcome to my blog! I saw so many other people have one, so I wanted too have one too!

RULES:

No Fighting, Please!

Please Don't Harass Others!

Get Along!

Take Care of Yourself!

Don't Be Homophobic, Racist, Sexist, Transphobic, or Anything Else!

TAGS:

Mildenhall Hall - We Have a Guest!

Jester 🎭 - If a Pomni blog interacts with us :]

Rabbit 🐰 - If a Jax blog interacts with us :]

Doll 💝 - If a Ragatha blog interacts with us :]

Ribbons 🎀 - If a Gangle blog interacts with us :]

Puzzle 💥 - If a Zooble blog interacts with us :]

Chess Piece 🕌 - If a Kinger blog interacts with us :]

Teeth 🎙 - If a Caine blog interacts with us :]

Bubble Bath 📍 - If a Bubble Blog interacts with us :]

Martha OOC - Mod Talking!

Martha Mildenhall - Me!

Cross Dimensional Chaos - A different fandom is interacting!

Thank you for looking! Goodbye, dears!

[liberatedfromtheworld]

I want to play chess with a mutual or follower 🎭

[bardic-tales]

Introducing Mordecai Delacroix, the Immortal Reformer

Warnings: Blood, death, emotional trauma, vampirism, religious themes, grief

🌙 Name: Mordecai Delacroix (formerly Cassius) 🔮 Age: Over 2,000 years 👤 Gender: Male 🌌 Fandom: Original Character 🌟 Ship: Bianca Moore (non-romantic); Widower of Papianilla 📅 Date of Birth: July 16, 100 BC 👼 Mother: Aurelia 👹 Father: Publius 🎭 Faceclaim: Matt Bomer

Character Overview

Disciplined, principled, and enigmatic, Mordecai is a walking relic of a bygone world. A staunch perfectionist with a tragic heart, he balances terrifying power with relentless restraint. He is a creature of duality: noble and monstrous, mentor and executioner. Throughout his journey, he grows from a guilt-ridden immortal into a selfless protector, learning that true redemption is not in denial but in acceptance and compassion.

🎭 Personality: Lawful Neutral | Cancer | INTJ | Type 1 (The Reformer)

Mordecai is logical, exacting, and quietly intense. His Roman discipline has carried through millennia, refined by tragedy and immortality. He rarely reveals emotion, preferring action to words, but those who break through his walls discover deep empathy and a ferocious protectiveness. His past fuels his stoicism, making him both deeply wise and quietly tormented.

💑 Transcendent Bond: Mordecai’s most significant bond is with Bianca Moore, the demonic hybrid he mentors. Their connection is rooted in shared pain, spiritual recognition, and deep mutual respect. Though their bond is not romantic, he sees her as a living redemption, and she finds in him the stability and care she never knew. He was once in love with Papianilla, a mortal woman he accidentally killed in a blood rage; her memory continues to shape his every relationship.

⚔️ Courage in Conflict: Mordecai faces each battle with grim precision, whether political, emotional, or literal. His final stand against Asmodeus, where he opens a portal to the Ethereal Nexus and sacrifices himself to save Bianca, marks the pinnacle of his bravery and the ultimate act of love, leaving behind his name, legacy, and spiritual guidance.

✨ Likes & Dislikes

Likes:

Rare books and wines

Classical music and vintage instruments

Fencing, horseback riding, and archery

Devil’s food cake (secret indulgence)

Philosophy and strategy games

High-end fashion and tailored clothing

Quiet, structured routines

Dislikes:

Disloyalty and betrayal

Gluttony and emotional volatility

Chaos, disorder, and impulsivity

Reminders of his failure with Papianilla

The unpredictable nature of modern life

🌿 A Soul of Many Hobbies Mordecai's interests are as refined as his demeanor. He enjoys fencing, horseback riding, and playing classical instruments, often losing himself in compositions centuries old. He collects rare tomes, excels at archery, and is notorious in underground chess tournaments. When alone, he writes essays on ethics, history, and the occult. Many of which are published under pseudonyms.

Powerset Overview

💫 Powers and Abilities: As a vampiric incubus, Mordecai wields immense power. His body is enhanced with speed, strength, regeneration, and centuries of combat prowess. His telekinesis allows him to wield his blade Tenebrae with terrifying precision. His blood healing can stabilize hybrids, while his incubi lineage grants subtle emotional perception and aura-based seduction.

💔 Weaknesses: Despite his strength, Mordecai is deeply vulnerable. Sunlight still weakens him, and blood rage, a trauma-induced frenzy that he teaches all of his clutch to overcome, once killed the woman he loved. He represses emotion to dangerous levels, struggling to form attachments. His obsessive need to atone leads him to martyrdom. Memories of Papianilla are his greatest torment.

Key Moments in Mordecai’s Journey

Transformation into a vampire in 53 BC and accidental killing of Papianilla

Retreat into centuries of isolation and reflection

Founding of Dark Light Publishing as a cover and passion

Meeting Bianca Moore and recognizing her divine-demonic heritage

Training Bianca in swordsmanship and emotional discipline

Sacrificing himself to save her from Asmodeus at Stonehenge

His spiritual essence lingers in the Ethereal Nexus, watching over her

Themes

Redemption

Immortality & Grief

Spiritual Bonding

Sacrifice

Discipline vs. Emotion

Found Family

Tragic Legacy

Unseen Kindness

[pleasedonotseemychannel]

THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS: MY AU:

GANGLE:

Gangle is the definition of Tragedy, and comedy 🎭

She has A sad and happy mask, when she's happy or normal feeling, the stripes on her ribbons are yellow, when she's feeling Tragedy, the stripes on her ribbons turn blue, and when she's mad, her stripes turn purple

Gender: female

Abilities: Stripes connects to her emotions by changing color, and mask spins when she holds her breath

AGE: 26

RAGATHA: this character is A doll who.. Seems to look beat up, some theorize that her beat up looks probably have to do about how she was treated in her past life, but some don't ask

Jax decides to abuse Ragatha, which is actually the reason why she looks like that, but everyone thinks why her character is A doll that gets beat up easily is because how her past life was, but who knows? It's just A theory, Ragatha is A positive friendly type of person, she always cheers people up, even if her day is going bad, no one really seems to care about her attitude, but Ragatha tries her best to keep everything positive...

Gender: female

Abilities: she can change her eye buttons, hair sticks up when she holds her breath

AGE: 30

Jax: A rabbit with A Bolling ball... That's how everyone describes him.. He is A quite dangerous one, Jax uses his Bolling ball for anything, he doesn't care if the others feel pain or not, he will still use it just for torture, plus he doesn't care because he always says "you can't die in the circus, remember?" He also hates corn because it reminds him of his past life, Jax has been mostly mean to Ragatha, since Ragatha is A doll and can get beaten up easily, and because Jax loves harming woman, Jax is not only mean to Ragatha, but everyone else too, but he does love violence, that's all he cares about, he doesn't care about anyone or anything, he just wants violence...

gender: male

Abilities: can purr, and we still won't know his "holding his breath" ability..

AGE: 22

Kinger: this king chess peace with Royal clothes with A crown loves bugs, and other insects because it reminds him of his wife... There's not much about him to be honest, all I can say is everyday he thinks about his wife in the DARK... He also has this Wound or something but it isn't really useful for anything, it's just to make his character look more useful

Gender: male

Abilities: can take eye's out, can glow in the dark by holding his breath

AGE: 48

Zooble: This character is very good at juggling anything, they also switch limbs everytime, They knew how to juggle when they first got to the circus, she got use to her circus body and got better and juggling, Tho they still don't like her body, every single part they switch out doesn't effect or change anything... Zooble and Gangle are also great friends, And they also hate Jax of course for his abusive actions..

Gender: NONE

Abilities: switch out parts, limbs turns straight when they hold their breath

AGE: 22

Pomni: finally, this is A jester, she is always anxious one all the time, Jax is the main one to make her more anxious anytime because Jax doesn't care about how anyone else feels. everytime Pomni is anxious or has anxiety or is frustrated, her hair starts to vibrate, which is A ability she has of course, she also hates cooking, which is the only reason why Pomni is happy to be here, Pomni doesn't really hate anyone BUT Jax, but also kinda doesn't like Caine for how LOUD he is, but for everyone else, she respects them.

GENDER: FEMALE

Abilities: her hair vibrates for her awkward emotions, she turns rainbow when she holds her breath, lol

AGE: 25

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Jazz’s Bedroom🌼🛌

    Made a bedroom for my version Jazz🌼. Normally OG Jazz’s room doesn’t have all the ember stuff excpet sometimes the guitar but it shows her room the most. It's pretty much your typical teenage girl room with mainly various pinks and some orange details. Usually having some stationery, books and pictures like flowers and I believe a Japanese Temple:

I wanted to show more of Jazz’s character in her room. I wanted to push the academia aesthatic more since she loves things like school, research and reading so I gave our fav bookworm A LOT of books as well as a well organized desk with a bunch of specials awards like Spelling bees and Chess and stuff she probably got at school since she seems highly regarded at School with a Yale flag. Yales often mentioned about her being interested in. The DMS-5-TR and "Thinking in Pictures" book by Temple Grandin she has in her shelf was a suggestion from @spoopylockerghost724​ since for my Jazz she’s especially interested in psychology and therapy. It's also why I added a Rorschach test by her window seat.

I also added other things aside from books like the yoga ball, knitting basket, chess, arts and crafts, puzzles, etc to show the other kind of stuff she’s into, not just books.

Her desk was actually based a bit on the one I own myself.

For her room I was looking A LOT at IKEA especially for her windowseat/bookshelf

I also wanted to show her as a girl who tries to promote a positive and zen energy and enviroment and follows feng shui tips but not strictly (she loves doing her work in her room), like light colors and being careful of arrangement. Feng shui says you shouldn't have ur bed face the mirror unless covered and her mirror can etheir be flipped over or covered when she goes to bed. She also has things like calming seashells, mental health and esteem posters, a chakra tree, etc. 

I also wanted to show she’s a bit of a theater kid by having some mini broadway music posters along with the other stuff🎭

I also changed her Bearbert Einstein plush to a  Bearik Bearikson. Here's info explaining it in more detail. I added a lot of bear stuff I'm making them her fav animal🐻🐻🐻

I also wanted a mix of mature but also teenage girl by havign things like that teddy bear piggy bank I found pictures of online and stuffed animals. Show while she does her best to be mature, she’s still a kid and enjoys youthful things and uses her room as a way to just let herself be a kid and not worry about others seeing her as childish.

I changed her primarly pink bedroom to having more aqua colors as it's her motif color, soothing especially for a bedroom, and I made the pink stuff into warmer peach like pastels. Also for an ocean aesthatic🌊🐚

What do u think? What kind of stuff do you think could be in Jazz's bedroom? Id love to know💖

I also made a bedroom for Sam & Tucker

Sam

Tucker

[owo-writing-man]

Normalize playing chess with your headmates. Like.

Me and Dorian play on a nightmare before Christmas set.

-jinx🎭

[masiy-blooms]

🎲The Rabbit’s game🎭

You woke up in a giant black void….no light no nothing….just….darkness…but your standing on something, it was a purple and yellow chess board and you see a lot of people all confused and scared. “W-where are we..?”, “Honey I’m scared” “W-where’s my home?!”…You saw so many people scared and worried. You were about to calm everyone down until you heard…”𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐦......𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐞......“ Everyone panicked when they heard that loudy and deep booming voice. “Who are you?! Show yourself!” A man said in anger. “....𝐎𝐤...𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲~“The figure said in a teasing voice as it revealed it self…..Everyone saw two gigantic yellow glowing eyes with square pupils and a glowing Cheshire Cat-like smile staring at them…..everyone was terrified seeing this god-like figure staring at them “𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞....𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐱 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫“ Jax reveals himself as a god-size purple rabbit with red overalls and yellow gloves. “W-why are we here…?!” A girl said in fear…”𝐉𝐚𝐱: 𝐎𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞...𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 “𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬“ 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡...“

“T-toys…..you mean we’re…..the toys…” you said in a scared tone. “Jax:𝐘𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲....𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨...𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭“ everyone was in distress that there’s no escape, you tried to see if you can jump off the giant chess board but you saw a void…. “Listen you asswipe I’m not here to play games! You better take me home before I kill you!” An angry man said as he threatened a fucking god- Jax used his finger to crush the tiny angry man who threatened him….everyone saw Jax crushed the man so fast “Jax:𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦..?“ Jax said in an annoyed and scary voice, everyone said no in fear as they were terrified “Jax: Ok so….the first game we’ll play is….don’t get crushed~” Jax said in a scary teasing voice…He lifted his finger and crushed two people in on go, everyone began to run as Jax began to crush people with his finger…”Jax and that’s the game…and only 330 people died…heh..such idiots~” Jax said as he licked the blood of the crushed people off of his finge. “Jax: mmm~ such tasty blood~” You and the survivors were terrified seeing him lick the blood of the dead…..

Will you survive the next game……?

[panerasbox]

Pairing: Chessy x fem!reader (present time)

Genre: Angst

warnings: character is engaged to someone else. internalized homophobia. use of y/n. slow burn

word count: 1,769.

A/N: Chapter 3!! hope you like it :)

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The warmth radiating from the house felt oppressive, a stark contrast to Chessy's sharp words that had faded into the cold night air. I leaned against the doorframe, the colorful Christmas lights blurring as tears pricked my eyes. Her rejection echoed in the silence, each syllable a fresh ache.

Had I imagined it all? The shared laughter on the porch swing, the simmering tension that crackled between us, that quick, dizzying kiss? Was I completely wrong? Even Martin’s easy smile back in the stables seemed oblivious, adding another layer to my confusion. Or maybe that was just my own anxiety twisting things.

Elizabeth had been so confident, planting the idea of this trip, this hope. But what if she’d been mistaken? What if I’d chased a phantom, making everything horribly awkward for everyone?

Just then, the door opened wider. Elizabeth stood there, her brow furrowed with worry. “Y/n, darling,” she began, her voice soft with concern. “Are you alright? What happened out there?”

I shook my head, forcing a weak smile that felt brittle. “Nothing, Liz. Just a bit chilly.” The lie hung in the air, flimsy and unconvincing.

Elizabeth’s gaze was searching, knowing. “Y/n,” she said, stepping closer. “I can tell when something’s amiss.”

“Liz, please,” I whispered, my voice trembling. If I started, I knew the dam would break. “It’s fine. Really.”

“Stop.” Her tone was gentle but firm. She took my hand, her touch surprisingly steady, and drew me just inside the doorway. She guided me to sit beside her on the bottom step of the stairs. “It’s going to be alright,” she murmured, rubbing my back soothingly.

That simple kindness undid me. The tears finally spilled over, hot and unexpected. “No, Liz!” The words came out in a choked sob. “It’s not!” I stood up abruptly, frustration boiling inside me. “You were wrong about this! And now I’m stuck here because I upended my entire life for… for a silly crush!” The accusation hung between us, thick with regret. Needing to escape the stuffy warmth and her worried gaze, I turned back towards the door.

“Y/n, wait.” Nick’s calm voice cut through my distress. He’d appeared in the hallway, his expression unexpectedly understanding. “Sorry, couldn’t help but overhear,” he admitted quietly. “But you know it felt like more than just a crush. We all saw how close you two were this summer.”

A harsh laugh escaped me. “Oh, please, Nick! Let’s be realistic,” I said sharply, my voice rising. “This was a huge mistake! I quit my job, gave up my apartment… my life… for what?” My legs felt shaky, my heart pounded in my chest, and heat rushed to my face. “I—I need some air,” I stammered, turning and practically running back out into the night.

Inside, the atmosphere shifted as Chessy emerged from the living room, drawn by the commotion. “What… what’s going on?” she asked, her eyes flicking between Nick and Elizabeth, a question forming on her lips. “Liz?”

Elizabeth looked momentarily taken aback as she saw her friend. “Chessy… Hi,” she managed, her voice quiet.

Chessy’s eyes darted from Liz’s worried face to Nick’s thoughtful one, finally settling on the open front door where I’d just disappeared. A flicker of something – understanding? maybe even a touch of fear? – crossed her features. The hallway felt charged with unspoken words. “Y/n left?” she asked softly, her voice carefully neutral.

Nick glanced at Liz before answering gently, “She just needed some air, Chess.”

Chessy turned back to Liz, her voice low but intense, trying to remain calm. “Why did you tell her to come here?” A hint of hurt, maybe even accusation, laced her words. “Why did you tell her to come after me?”

Nick stepped forward slightly. “Chessy,” he said reasonably, “with all due respect, I think you know this isn't just about catching up with an old friend for the holidays. Liz saw how close you and Y/n became. And honestly,” he looked to Liz for confirmation, “we both sensed it was more than friendship.”

Chessy’s expression tightened, a defensive wall going up. “I love Martin,” she stated firmly, though it wasn’t clear if she was trying to convince them or herself.

“We don’t doubt you care about him, Chess,” Nick said gently. “But it’s not the same, is it?”

Elizabeth nodded, her gaze soft. “Not like how you care about Y/n.”

Chessy let out a sigh, a mix of frustration and defeat. “I give up,” she muttered, a small, humorless laugh escaping her. “Why is this so important to you two?”

Suddenly, two small voices piped up from the landing above. “We love you, Chessy!” Annie declared, her brow furrowed.

“Yeah,” Hallie added, a small smile playing on her lips. “Remember how you helped us get Mom and Dad back together?”

A genuine, soft smile touched Chessy’s lips as she looked up. “Girls, I love you both too,” she said, her eyes momentarily glistening. “But Y/n and I… we were never really together.”

“But…” Hallie started, a memory clearly forming, before Nick cut her off gently but firmly.

“Girls.” “Yes, Dad?” they chorused, subdued. “I appreciate you wanting to help,” Nick said, his expression softening. “But head back to your rooms now. It’s late.”

As the twins disappeared, their simple words seemed to hang in the air. Chessy glanced towards the open door again, her expression softening slightly. “Maybe… maybe I should go talk to her,” she murmured, almost to herself. Nick and Elizabeth exchanged surprised, hopeful glances.

Just as she reached for her coat, Martin breezed in from the back hallway, beaming. “Hey everyone! Sorry, Jupiter was being difficult.” He looked around, sensing the lingering tension. “Everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine!” Chessy said quickly, perhaps a little too brightly. “Glad you’re back.”

Then, inevitably, Hallie reappeared at the top of the stairs. “Chessy! Did you go talk to Y/n yet?”

Martin raised an eyebrow. Chessy visibly winced. “Did you need to talk to her about something?” he asked Chessy, his curiosity piqued.

“Hallie!” Nick called sharply. “Upstairs! Now!”

“Well, no… I mean, yes,” Chessy stammered, color rising in her cheeks. She offered Martin a strained smile. “Hallie’s just… excited Y/n’s here. We were catching up earlier.” She tried to sound casual, but her eyes flickered nervously towards the door. Martin’s friendly face tightened almost imperceptibly. He looked back at Chessy, waiting.

Sensing his unease, Chessy reached up, touching his cheek gently. “Don’t worry about it. Kid stuff. Just remembering the summer.” She squeezed his arm, trying to smooth things over. “How about that mulled wine Liz promised? Suddenly sounds perfect.” She began to steer him towards the kitchen, casting one last, anxious glance at the doorway, silently praying I wouldn’t reappear just yet. Nick and Elizabeth exchanged another look; Elizabeth gave a tiny shake of her head, a silent signal that perhaps they’d pushed too hard, too soon.

Right on cue, the front door creaked open again. I stood there, shivering, my cheeks flushed from the cold rain outside and the earlier confrontation. Every head turned. An awkward, heavy silence fell.

Martin, his arm still around Chessy, offered a warm smile. “Hey, Y/n! Back from the rain?” His obliviousness was almost painful. Chessy didn’t move, her grip on his arm perhaps tightening just a fraction. Nick gave a small nod from the stairs, while Elizabeth’s expression remained a mix of concern and worry.

Forcing a smile, I stepped fully inside. “Sorry, just needed a minute,” I said, my voice carefully neutral, flicking a quick glance at Chessy before looking away.

“No problem, it gets stuffy with the fire,” Martin said easily. “Liz was just about to tell us about that disastrous cake the girls made last year…”

“Actually,” I interrupted, pulling off my coat, “I’m wiped. Long day of travel.” I started towards the stairs. “Think I might just call it a night, if that’s okay?”

“Of course, darling,” Elizabeth replied instantly. “Your bags are upstairs.”

“Thanks, Liz,” I said, already moving. “Sorry to bail. Raincheck?”

Murmurs of agreement followed me up.

Relief washed over me as the guest room door clicked shut. I sank onto the bed with a heavy sigh. After a quick change, I poured a glass of wine left on the dresser, grabbed the book I’d packed – The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo – and curled up.

I took a sip and read: “None of them held any significance for me. I touched them and couldn’t help but think of what it felt like to touch you.” My heart gave a painful squeeze. “You shouldn’t have left me, Celia.” “You shouldn’t have let me leave.”

Maybe it was the wine, maybe I was just that much of a fool, but the words cracked something open inside. Tears welled up again, hot and unexpected. Tossing the book aside, I finished the wine in two swallows. “What a mess,” I whispered to the empty room.

After washing my face in the adjoining bathroom, trying to erase the evidence of tears, I crawled into bed. My mind, however, refused to settle, drifting back to the summer…

“Stop! Stop!” I shrieked with laughter as Chessy’s fingers found my ticklish spots, easily pinning my arms. “No way!”she laughed back. “Say you’re sorry!” “Never!” I gasped, wriggling uselessly. “Say it!” Merciless. “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry!”

Chessy grinned, triumphant. “Sorry for what, exactly?”

“Sorry I ate your donut even though you just left it sitting there!” I managed.

Her playful expression softened then. She leaned closer, her hair brushing my nose, our eyes locking. The laughter faded, replaced by a warm, charged silence. The air crackled for a moment before she playfully poked my forehead. “Alright, forgiven,” she’d said, pulling back. “Only because I’m now craving mini donuts. Road trip tomorrow?”

That easy camaraderie felt like a distant memory compared to the strained politeness downstairs. A heavy sigh escaped me. Because this wasn't just a visit. I hadn't just come for Christmas. I'd packed up my apartment, ended my lease. My life was in boxes back in another city because I’d let hope – and Elizabeth’s encouragement – convince me this was the right move. This wasn't temporary. I was here, indefinitely, adrift.

The full weight of it crashed down. This wasn't just a crush; it was a potentially disastrous, life-altering decision. Downstairs, Chessy was with Martin. Upstairs, I was hiding in a guest room, clinging to memories. A bitter laugh threatened. Hopeless idiot. What now? Pretend through the holidays? Force a conversation she clearly didn't want? Both options felt unbearable. Sleep suddenly seemed like the only viable escape.