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penelopetheverytrans · 9 months ago

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Okay, you are still a prick, but genuine thanks for properly responding and laying well-thought-out analysis down. That is cool of you.

Pelvic area is indeed what you were thinking of. Pubic area is the region around the dick, yes. I have no idea why you attached that image though considering it shows quite clearly that lower stomach on there is defined as “umbilical region”, while the pubic region is the area below it that’s tastefully blurred out to avoid showing peen. It even lists the inguinal regions as being on either side, and those are indeed the thigh areas on either side of your groin.

While I agree calling a csa survivor a whore is awful, “femboi whore” here is used as a term of endearment and affection toward the character, in the same way one might call their best friend “a dumbass”. Snazzy’s language toward the characters of Worm is full of affectionate insults like this, the kind that have things like “Amy Dallon my beloved war criminal”. It is completely fair of you to not like that language personally, and for you to not want to be called something like that, and for you to see that as offensive and not affectionate, but it is not okay for you to police someone else about this when it is not directed at you. Thats the kind of situation where you just block and move on, not hurl insults and accusations at the op. I, for instance, often call my friends “cunts” or “fags” in a kind way. All of them are ok with it, and I immediately stop if someone is not, and that just happens to how I refer to my close friends, by using derogatory language affectionately. It’s very fair to not like that, but it wouldn’t be fair to come up to me and my friends and say “I heard that you were doing this; you need to stop because I don’t like it” if it was not affecting you other than the knowledge that it was happening. If Snazzy had like specifically tagged you, or if my friends and I were being loud, those are different stories, but the point remains that “femboi whore” is used affectionately by this artist.

The reason why this is such a point of contention to me is the fact that you are using the terms “canon” and “real” interchangeably. Taylor/Lisa, for instance, is a “real” ship despite it being non-canon. This art is also “real” Worm fanart, despite it including a fanon interpretation. Something not being canon doesn’t make it “not about Worm”. If that were the case, it implies every single headcanon, ship, and character train about this story that isn’t explicitly in canon is “not real Worm”. To be quite honest, I find that a stupid and elitist view. I am sure you have your own headcanons about the characters, or your own ships you enjoy. Is it right for me to say they “aren’t really about Worm”?

And while I do agree with you that generally I don’t like that fandom stereotype either, my earlier advice of “block and move on” still applies better than “make a call-out against this one guy”. Personally disliking a different interpretation of a character does not make you better than those who like it, and to say so is unfashionably arrogant. And just for the record, I do happen to know which fanfictions Snazzy reads, and the specific ones involving Alec do have him characterized this way. Far be it from me to try and assume anything about what exactly the artist intended, but based on the fact he said this is specifically fanon Alec, is it not unreasonable to assume it’s simply based on this one specific author’s works (in which, for the record, despite Alec being comfortable with revealing clothing and being more Silly Goofy, his csa trauma does still exist and is a significant part of those stories. If this is indeed the author I am thinking of, there’s a whole one-shot dedicated just to the team realizing his trauma and as a survivor myself it is handled excellently, leaving you no room to make accusations that this is any sort of terrible handling of a csa survivor character.)?

I love fanon Alec, I don’t remember canon anymore. I’m here for the fics.

#worm parahumans #parahumans #worm #wormblr #alec worm

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cyncity2000 · 6 years ago

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@dallonqs already hit 50 followers?? That’s awesome thank you guys so so much 😭

#and thanks dallon for always doing q&a’s ily #ik you’re just following to get dallon updates but still it’s cool to me that you guys would actually follow idk #plus some of you guys started following this blog as well which is nice of you :)#also does that mean there are many more of us who don’t have twitter than i thought lol #dallon weekes #dallonqs #50 followers

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fawnnbinary · 2 years ago

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Thank you thank youuu for answering! That’s so cool!! The thought you guys put into this is very cool and fun :) BUT, Miles???

“I’ve put a bit of thought into Icarus’ music as Flightless too” SPILL?? — Band Boys Anon

you are after my heart band boys anon, fr!!

Icarus was almost entirely created around him having Clem Turner as a voiceclaim, but I'm actually very torn between Icarus having a sound like Clem's original music or like. idkhow bc of the icarus leaving M!/Dallon leaving p!atd connection!! I have less of an idea of what Flightless Sounds Like than we do for M! but I do have ideas of how much he's put out and the names of his releases :)

I think Flightless, as a much younger music project than M! only has two releases - as apposed to the several M! has - his first EP and an album, respectively titled Too Close to the Sun and To Whom it May Concern.

Too Close has three songs on it and they all feel angry to me. He left the band on pretty rocky terms, and I think it really affected his creative output, but twimc is a full album he tried to avoid any connection to M! at all for, to make his own name and his own sound disconnected from his friends and former band, something that was his and only his, you know?

#miles.ask #oc talk #oc: Icarus #Flightless #band boys anon #I adore you for your interest in these fuckin dudes

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idkbecks · 3 years ago

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Babe wake up Dallon (possessed edition) just dropped on idkbecks

I laughed so hard when I saw that my Google Photos thought they made like a cool fun edit for me and it was THAT. Free and original meme, thank you Google.

#mine

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robinrunsfiction · 4 years ago

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Lights Go Down

Pairing: Dallon Weekes x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: None Word Count: ~1,000 Author’s Note: Listened to Lights Go Down like a dozen times today until this idea popped into my head. Enjoy some spooky Dallon goodness!

Dallon watched as the crowd danced and sang along as he and Ryan played. They were just playing a short set among other bands at a Halloween party the club was hosting. The crowd was full of a variety of different costumes, but Dallon was captivated by the woman dancing alone in the center of the floor. She had on a fantastically accurate 80's costume, which intrigued him.

"Don't wait up for me," Dallon said to Ryan when their set was done.

Ryan's eyebrows shot up in surprise and a smirk crossed his face. "Really? If you insist."

After their equipment was packed up and stored away, Dallon made his way to the dancefloor. That's when he spotted her at a table, still alone.

"Umm hello, I hope you don't mind, but I saw you when I was on stage and I had to come say hello. I'm Dallon."

"I'm (YN)," she smiled. "I really like your band, it's very cool. Would you like to sit?" She motioned to the chair opposite her.

"Thank you," Dallon smiled. "Are you here alone?"

"Yea," she replied a little forlornly. A silence hung between them for a moment until the next band started playing, a cover of Dancing With Myself by Billy Idol.

"I love this song!" (YN) exclaimed, her face lighting up.

"Would you like to dance?" Dallon asked.

"Absolutely!"

He smiled and offered her his hand, leading the way to the dancefloor. Dancing with (YN) made Dallon forget he was in a crowd, all that he cared about was the way their bodies moved together. After a few fast songs, the band switched to a slower one and (YN) started to walk off the floor.

"Wait," Dallon said, grabbing her arm. "Don't go."

A smile grew across her face and she nodded as he pulled her in. Her hands rested on his shoulders as he held her waist.

"I'm having a wonderfully good time," Dalon said leaning in.

"I am too," she replied.

For a moment Dallon thought about kissing her. But he held back, afraid moving too quickly might ruin what they had going.

It seemed the night went more quickly than any other night Dallon could remember, and of course he wanted it to last longer than any night he could remember.

"I don't want this night to end," he said sadly as they retreated back to her table.

"It doesn't have to," she replied with a shrug.

Dallon nodded. "Yea, I'd like that."

As the bartenders announced last call, they made their way into the cold fall air.

"I know a really cool place," she said. "If you wanna check it out?"

"Lead the way," Dallon nodded.

(YN) took his hand and started down the street. As they moved away from the city center, Dallon started to get a little nervous. More and more of the buildings were abandoned or worn down.

"Here," she announced as she arrived outside an old boarded up building.

"Are we allowed in there?"

She shrugged. "Trust me," she said before leading the way around to the back of the building. She pulled back a board and opened the back door. Inside was a concert hall similar to the one they had just been in, but larger and much older. It seemed like it had been untouched in decades.

"I just wish we had some lights and music," she said sadly.

Dallon was confused for a moment. "I mean, I have my phone," he said, pulling it out, queuing up a playlist and setting it on the floor with the flashlight on. He didn't even notice the mirrorball that was still hanging from the ceiling until it illuminated the room in sparkling light.

"Beautiful," she murmured in awe. "Wanna dance some more?"

"I'll dance with you all night," he smiled. She could have asked him to dance until the end of time and he would have agreed. He was completely under her spell.

Dallon had lost all track of time until the first rays of sun began to stream into the large high windows. "It's morning I guess. We really danced all night," Dallon laughed lightly.

"I loved every moment of it," she replied. "Thank you."

"No, thank you, I needed a night like this. (YN), I have to leave soon, I have a show in another town tonight, but I have to see you again. I, I mean, can I kiss you?" He asked, his heart pounding.

She nodded and he closed the distance between them. His lips met hers, his hand caressing her cheek, his other pulling her tight against him.

When they pulled back, she was smiling at him softly. "I won't forget you Dallon," (YN) said as she took a step back from him.

Before Dallon could say anything he watched as she faded until she was no longer there. "(YN)? (YN)?!" Dallon cried out. His head was spinning. The playlist on his phone ended and he was left standing alone in the silent ballroom as it filled with morning light.

He was finally pulled to his senses when his phone started vibrating at his feet. He bent down and picked it up to find a message from Ryan.

Didn’t come back last night? Wow! We gotta leave in an hour tho so hurry up

Dallon replied with a quick ok before taking a couple of photos of the old ballroom and retraced his steps back out. He slipped out the back door, replacing the board that had been in front of it and made his way around to the front of the old building.

As he passed the ticket window he noticed a flier he hadn’t spotted the night before, taped to the inside of the window. The paper was yellowed with age and the ink was faded, but he recognized the face immediately.

MISSING: (YFN) (YLN)

And then a picture that sent chills down Dallon’s spine. It was her, the woman he had just spent the evening dancing with.

And she’d been missing since 1985.

#dallon weekes x reader #dallon weekes fan fic #dallon weekes fan fiction #dallon weekes imagine #idkhow fan fic #idkhow fan fiction #spooky dallon story

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voluntaryvictim · 4 years ago

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okay so i never gave it much thought, cause i don't think of bullshit urine often obviously, but how the only albums he's had to try to write his own songs were death of a bachelor and pray for the wicked? it never clicked until now! and it makes so much sense... sadly panic was my gateway to all the bands i love today, and i really loved the first albums (and too weird). then i moved away to idkhow and others. i'm sorry this just all makes so much sense for once! thank you! also fuck brendon🖕

Yes unfortunately it makes a lot of sense. You can see the decline of the band once all the actually talented members leave (Ryan, Dallon). Panic was also my gateway to a lot of bands like iDKHOW, and I’ve met a lot of cool people through our shared (now past) love of them. At least we can say good fucking bye to his shitty band now 😌

#answered #anon

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ciderlikethedrink · 4 years ago

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nate “reviews” albums: razzmatazz

it’s finally here.

it’s razzmatazz day.

i’m gonna do an album “review” of it.

review in quotation marks because it’s mostly just gonna be me gushing about how good this album is.

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so i’ve been waiting for this album for a while, and it was very much worth the wait. a lot of the melodies in this album are so nice to listen to and some of them even make me feel nostalgic in a way. even the first time i heard them. dallon seems to be really good at that because i had a similar thing with “too weird to live, to rare to die” and a lot of the songs on “vices & virtues” (both albums that dallon wrote a lot of) so i guess dallon weekes is just really good at writing melodies. something else i like about razzmatazz is that all of the songs have similar sounds so you can tell they’re all from the same album, but they don’t sound the same and you can still differentiate between songs easily. like- they all have the same synths.

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Leave Me Alone: i remember being very excited when this song came out because it was the first things we’d gotten from idkhow in a while. something i want to point out is that there are a lot of references to,,,, hanging in this album. (”go fly a kite until you’re tangled in the hanging tree”) i also adore the sound of the bridge and how it comes full circle after the line “and when the sun comes up, you’ll find a brand. new. GOD.” it’s just so cool and a great way to start things off.

Mad IQs: ABSOLUTE BOP!! back at it again with the hanging references. (”i’ll watch you tighten the noose”) this song is such a vibe and sounds pretty similar to “leave me alone” but like- more dance-y. it makes sense because lyric wise, they both seem to be about dallon’s “hollywood life” according to genius lyrics.

Nobody Like The Opening Band: I WAS SO HAPPY WHEN I FOUND OUT THIS WAS GONNA BE ON RAZZMATAZZ!! this song was my favorite idkhow song for a while and i adore it. i love the lyrics and how it mention that opening bands are trying their best just as much as the headlining band. also the way dallon says “end” dfsjlkasakslfsdkl his vocal performance is so amazing in this song. and the last part!!! aaaaaaa!!1! you aren’t sure if he’s gonna do the high note or not, but then when he does it it’s just SO GOOD. and i love the notes he hits as he goes down (i don’t know anything about singing, i play the guitar, but that’s really nice)

New Invention: thebassthebassthebassthebassssss the way dallon says “bad dreams” he’s just so talented =‘)) this song seems to be about a not-so-good relationship that brings out the worst in the narrator but doesn’t want to leave. or at least that’s how i’m interpreting it. another bop

From the Gallows: 2nd new song. it seems kinda like new invention pt. 2 possibly about the same person because dallon once again mentions someone being beautiful and evil at the same time. i love the piano in this song and the way it sounds like a generic slow love song, when it’s actually a little bit dark. also, is that the fred voice? as in fitter, happier voice? i’m almost certain it is. i don’t have a mac, so i don’t know, but it sounds like fitter, happier voice.

Clusterhug: this song sorta reminds me of some of the stuff dallon did with panic! and maybe even the brobecks. i feel like it could’ve been a vice & virtues bonus track and i wouldn’t question it. oh i just looked it up and apparently it was written during too weird era. so that explains it. the chorus in this song is just so pretty and dallon is once again going crazy with those high notes. it’s very ironic that dallon wrote the line “holy quarantine” before 2020.

Sugar Pills: “could it be that it’s only in my hhhheeeeeeEEEEEAAAAAAAAADD?” i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again, i’m in love with dallon’s voice. that funky musical interlude is so cool. this is one of the songs where the synth-y noises make me feel nostalgic in a way. not that i’ve heard them before, but like you could’ve told me this song was a hit in the early 2000′s and i’d believe you. this is probably one of my favorites.

Kiss Goodnight: i love this song,,, a lot. this is a really sweet love song, it makes me feel like i have a crush on someone even though i don’t. i also love the line “believe i’ll be a gentleman or you can show me the door” because it’s foreshadowing to a later song on the album. i feel like i would hear this song in like- a cool mall. it’s so sweet and i love the pretty lyrics and aaaaaa it’s so beautiful!!!!! did i mention i love dallon’s voice???? i think this might be another one of my favorites, but i could honestly say that about every song on here.

Lights Go Down: this is another one with that nostalgic synth noise. the instrumentals honestly remind of lemon demon, maybe it’s just me, but that those funky noises just radiate lemon demon energy. this song makes me feel like i’m in a car late at night in a big city where all the pretty lights are out and the car smells like air freshener. that makes no sense, but it just does. such amazing vibes. the drums in this song are also very epic. cool saxaphone.

Need You Here: i feel bad because i almost forgot about this song. and it’s about dallon’s kidsssss~!!! that’s so cute. amelie did such a good job. i remember when i first listened to this, i was like “wait is this about his kids?” and it is. i didn’t know amelie could sing so well, i honestly thought they got some other artist to sing there. the high note GOD I LOVE DALLON’S VOICE.

Door: i’ll be honest, i cried like a little baby the first time i heard this one. sorta reminds me of how i am with my friends. just always suggesting that they leave me because i don’t feel like i’m good enough for them. it really do be like that sometimes. “promise the next time you take my hand is to show me the door” that line- oh god- that line gets me every time, dude. my sensitive little baby brain can’t handle that much emotion.

Razzmatazz: i think it’s really cool how they ended the album with the title track. i think this one is my favorite idkhow song. the chorus is so lovely and it makes me nostalgic as hecc. and apparently i’m not the only one because when i commented it about it one the music video some people seemed to agree. the way dallon says “cast all your spells” makes me smile whenever i hear it BECAUSE I LOVE HIS VOICE. that chorus is my life support, i adore it with my entire heart. i’ll never get tired of hearing this one because whenever i hear it, it feels like i’m hearing it for the first time again. “let’s go paint the town on our way home.”

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if i had a physical copy of this album, i would give it a hug and kiss every night before i go to bed, i adore it. 10/10, great album, i love everything about it. i also feel like the track listing is perfect. ending it with razzmatazz was an amazing idea because i brings everything together after door. and starting off the leave me alone? that was a genius move. a wonderful listen from start to end, i’m so excited to see what my boys dallon and ryan do next because i was not expecting an album this great. i’ve already listened to it 2 and half times and it just got released today. absolutely worth the wait.

and that’s all i had to say about razzmatazz, in all honestly, it was the only reason i wanted to get up this morning.

ok thanks for listening

#razzmatazz #idkhow #idkfbtfm #i don't know how but they found me #dallon weekes #ryan seaman #panic! at the disco #the brobecks #album review #nate says nonsense #other bands

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ghosttown-mp3 · 4 years ago

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2, 8, 25?

2: is there a band with only one song you like? im not a big fan of the front bottoms, but i really love flashlight

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8: which song do you think should everybody listen to at least once in their lives? i have so many thoughts about this so im going to do one for each decade between 1960-2010

1960s- she lives (in a time of her own) by the 13th floor elevators

1970s- moonage daydream by bowie

1980s- beyond belief by elvis costello (or pretty much any song off of amy aim is true, this years model, armed forces, or the rest of imperial bedroom)

1990s- dry the rain by the beta band (or anything from the 3 eps)

2000s- 4th dimentional transition by mgmt

2010s- the doubt by wreckless eric & amy rigby

honorable mentions -

1960s- the bells by phil ochs (it is simply beautiful), barabajagal by donovan, every song off of the village green by the kinks, light my fire by the doors

1980s- the camper van beethoven cover of pictures of matchstick men, golden brown by the stranglers, a day in erotica by the three o’clock, all of my darkwave playlist

1990s- for tomorrow by blur, legit any neutral milk hotel song, i wanna be adored by the stone roses, pepper by the butthole surfers

2000s- michael by franz ferdinand, sundial by lemon demon, astronaut by the ass ponys, mad as rabbits by panic!

2010s- guilty pleasure by cobra starship, legit any idkhow song, severed by the decemberists, misery fell by tally hall

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25: somebody you absolutely adore as both a musician and a person ? i gotta say Andrew VanWyngarden, because MGMT is super cool and hes also a memphian, and helps out with the memphis music scene a bit, and i think thats pretty cool. also the obligitory Dallon Weekes cause i love him.

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thanks for the ask del!!!

#epic mutuals ask me things!!#sorry this got so long #its just when music is mentioned to me i go insane #collgeruledzebra

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 5 years ago

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Breakfast - Dad!Dallon + Child!Reader

Request: Can you please do more daughter!readerxdad!bandmember please!

Word count: 789

“Wake up, wake up, wake up!”

Groaning you turned around in your bed, taking a glimpse at the time.

“Leave me alone dad, it’s only nine,” you mumbled trying to escape your father’s enthusiastic wake up call.

“What do you mean, only,” Dallon asked, tucking on the blanket you were wrapped up in, “you used to wake me up at half past five on Sundays, so I think nine is incredibly generous!”

“When I was three! Now just let me sleep, please,” you whined, trying to hold on to the blanket your dad was insistently pulling on.

“Okay,” much to your surprise the pulling stopped and steps moved towards the door of your room, “then I’ll eat all the pancakes alone.”

Immediately you perked up. Pancakes? It had been ages since Dallon had made pancakes for you the last time, and no matter what anybody else said: his pancakes were the best in the world.

“What?” Quickly you jumped out of bed, so quickly in fact that you took your blanket with you, and almost fell because it was wrapped around your legs. “No! I want pancakes! You didn’t say anything about pancakes before!”

When you reached the kitchen, everything smelled wonderfully of freshly baked pancakes, fried eggs and bacon. The sunlight shone in through one of the kitchen windows you had helped clean yesterday, and on the balcony the first flowers of spring were blooming in the flower boxes. The coffee machine was huffing and puffing on the kitchen counter, and you had to stop for a moment. Everything about this morning seemed perfect. Overnight it had rained a little, making the world outside glow in new found energy, the sun light reflecting in thousands of tiny drops of water that hung from the balcony’s balustrade, and you could hear the birds outside singing, even over the noise of the coffee machine and the extractor fan.

Dallon seemed to have noticed your wonderment, and grinned.

“It’s a beautiful morning, isn’t it?”

You nodded quietly, and walked over to the breakfast bar, sitting down on one of the high chairs.

“And you would have missed it all if I had let you sleep,” your dad laughed, and placed a plate in front of you.

“Shut up,” you mumbled and laughed quietly.

Next he loaded your plate with food, and placed a coffee in front of you. You did not even have to check to know he had made it the exact way you loved it.

“So, what is the plan for today,” you asked after thanking him, starting to dig into your meal.

“I don’t know,” he answered, “I thought maybe we could go for a long walk, a small hike even? The weather is supposed to stay sunny until this evening.”

You nodded. “Sounds great! Where did you think about going?”

“Haven’t really thought about it yet,” Dallon admitted. “I just know I need some nature around myself. I’ve been stuck in the studio for so long I have forgotten what fresh air is.”

You laughed, but knew he was serious. For weeks he had worked relentlessly on the new album, getting to the studio first thing in the morning, and returning only late at night. You were one of the few people who had gotten sneak peeks at his work regularly, and you were not lying if you said you loved it a lot. It was maybe not considered cool to be a fan of your own dad’s band, but in your opinion his music was amazing, and you knew how happy Dallon was that you enjoyed his work.

“What about that lake with the water lilies,” you suggested; remembering the beautiful, secluded piece of forest you had discovered last summer by chance. It was full of wild life (you had spent half an hour watching a mouse perfect the entrance to its little home), hardly any people knew about this part of the forest, and the small lake with water lilies, reed and hundreds of fishes and waterfowls always reminded you of an enchanted forest from a fairy tale.

“Oh, that’s a nice idea,” Dallon agreed, “The lilies might not be in bloom yet, but there’ll probably be tons of other flowers now.”

You spent the rest of the breakfast planning out your trip; what food did you want to take for lunch, which snacks, should you bring a picnic blanket? If you were being honest, you were glad your dad had woken you up on this Sunday, because if he had not, you would never have gotten this amazing breakfast and such an amazing trip to this beautiful lake, but you would be damned if you would ever let him know. He probably knew anyway.

Taglist (if you want to be added or taken off, please let me know):

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#dallon weekes imagine #dallon weekes fanfiction #dad!dallon #idkhow fanfiction #idkhow imagine #child!reader #cute

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daphne-fandom-writing · 5 years ago

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Backstage fun

I KNOW I have requests and I'm sorry that I haven't finished them yet. But I went to the IDKHOW show in Amsterdam last Sunday and left with inspiration for this.

Some of these events happened (only the locking eyes and smirk that Dallon ACTUALLY gave me wow)

NO HATE TO DALLON'S WIFE OR FAMILY BECAUSE THEY SEEN GREAT AND ADORABLE HE IS JUST SINGLE FOR THE SAKE OF THIS FIC

Anyways this is smut!

Word count: 2752

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Everytime that the background music stopped playing it felt as though I was going to faint. And that happened way too many times. Until the lights went out and the music stopped for real. It was pitch black until a white light accentuated Dallon walking on stage. Later Ryan joined and Dallon started stomping his foot as a beat and the whole audience joined in.

Goosebumps appeared on my arms and a chill found it's way to my back. The vibe they radiated was mysterious and a little dangerous but loving at the same time. They played 'Opening band' as their first song, the intro with no bass, no drums. Only Dallon, Ryan and the audience. It felt as though you were the only one they were playing for.

During 'Opening band' and 'Modern day cain' Dallon looked into the crowd more than a few times. You could've sworn that you locked eyes with Dallon during the songs. This feeling was strengthened when they started playing 'Bleed magic'. At one point during that song you locked eyes again, Dallon's hair partly covering his face but you could see his eyes. You were mesmerised, drawn into them, until he smirked, still holding your gaze. Then he looked away into the rest of the crowd. For a minute you were questioning yourself, thinking that you imagined that little moment that you shared. But you turned to the friend that you made in the line and they gave you a look that said all you needed to know, you didn't imagine anything.

During the rest of the show you sang, danced and shared stares with Dallon. Because yes, mr. Weekes kept looking your way. Then it was time for 'Visitation of the ghost'. You chose a great spot, obviously knowing what was gonna happen during this song, because the line he made in the middle of the crowd was right next to you. So just when you thought that you couldn't get any luckier Dallon stopped walking through the crowd right next to you. And even though he explicitly stated personal space, he happened to brush his hand against your when he turned to the other side of the crowd. Before he returned to the stage he locked eyes with you again and put his finger to his lips to signal silence and well... that went straight to your core.

When Dallon and Ryan finished playing 'Choke' and after having the whole crowd sing with them, they left the stage only to return a few minutes later to play one last song. The last song was 'Boring' and the lighting changed to a bright white and everyone had their flashlights on their phones in the air. You were quietly singing along to the lyrics, both enjoying your last moments there but also dreading the ending of the song.

Dallon strung the last chords of the song, the room went pitch black, he threw away his last guitar pick and Ryan and him disappeared into a door a few rows of people left of you. As the lights turned back on people started leaving the venue. You didn't, you kept standing there already replaying everything that happened and convincing yourself that it was all real. Soon you noticed that you were almost alone in the room and that a guy with a baseball cap, that you saw on stage before the show a few times, was approaching you.

He told you that if you wanted to meet the band that he could take you backstage with him. He added that Dallon specifically asked for you.

"The girl in the bright orange top with (Y/H/C) hair, I can only see one girl like that and it's you." Is what the guy said.

Your heartbeat started accelerating exponentially and you obviously nodded. It wasn't as if you were going to pass up an opportunity to meet the band.

The guy with the cap leaded you through the doors that Ryan and Dallon had walked through as well. It lead to some hallways that lead to dressing rooms. The guy stopped at a door that said.

'Dallon Weekes - IDKHOW'

"There you go, just knock and you'll be okay."

You were certain that you were gonna faint if your heartbeat didn't start slowing down. You took a deep breath and lifted your hand, you knocked the deep brown wooden door twice. Your heart beat in your chest as you waited for a response.

It seemed to take minutes before the door opened and Dallon stood in it's place. You had to look up to see his face and you almost had to steady yourself because of how he looked. He was still a little sweaty and his hair was all over the place. He still wore the same outfit that he wore on stage, a baby salmon pink blouse with black and white flowers, previously with a light grey jacket on top of it that he discarded for the last song and black skinny jeans. He had unfastened the top few buttons of his blouse and it gave you a little peek at his chest.

It took all of your self-restraint to stop yourself from blushing and to keep cool about the situation you were now in.

Dallon looked at you for a moment before he smiled brightly and spoke.

"Hey! You actually came, it was a long shot to send Alex your way but I'm glad that I did. Come in!" Dallon stepped aside and held his hand out into the dressing room to signal that you should come inside. So you did. You walked into the room and Dallon shut the door, you turned around to him extending his hand.

"Dallon." He said as you took his hand and shook it. "Y/N, and yeah... I know." You said with a smile.

Dallon laughed "I guess you do." He paused for a bit, looking into your eyes, before he spoke again. "A drink?" He said, as if he forgot that he was going to ask you.

"Ehm yeah." You looked at a table with drinks on it. "A water would be nice." Dallon walked to the table and got you and him a bottle of water.

As he took a sip he motioned to the couch. "Wanna sit? You've been standing for more than an hour now, right?" He took a seat on the couch he meant and looked at him gratefully. You moaned in relief as you took a seat.

"I needed that so much, thanks." You looked at him with a smile, a smile that faded when you saw the look he was giving you. His light blue eyes that you know so well were not so bright as they were before, they darkened, a shade that gave you chills and flutters at the same time. It made wonder as to why Dallon even invited you, and why Ryan wasn't there.

"Dallon?" He nodded. "Mhm" You swallowed.

"Can I ask why you invited me over? Not that I'm not happy to be here, because I am, but I can't help being a little curious."

He seemed to snap out of... well whatever that was going on and seemed to focus again.

"Well, I saw you in the crowd. Never with a phone, only enjoying the music. It's not something you see a lot these days. Then I caught your eyes more than once." You blushed and looked at your hands, Dallon smiled at you and put his finger under your chin to make you look at him. "And I have to say that those glances we shared..." He paused for a second. "They did something to me and my body and well... I had to see you again, up close this time."

He leaned in a little and you could feel his breath on your lips, you fought the urge to close your eyes.

"Tell me to stop and I will. Tell me to go on and I will too." Your breath hitched in your throat.

"Dallon" His forehead touched yours, his finger moving from your chin to put his hand on the side of your hair. "Tell me Y/N. Stop or go."

"Please" You looked at his lips and back into his eyes. "Go."

I took less than a second for Dallon to put his lips on yours. His hand in your hair got a little more force behind it and your hands ran through his hair in return. His lips were soft and moved in time with yours in a passionate frenzy, no romance, only lust. Dallon' hair felt soft to the touch, long enough to pull. And you did, Dallon moaned at the sensation so you did it again. As retaliation Dallon started kissing your neck. He moved your bodies into a laying position on the couch, Dallon hovering on top of you, just slightly touching.

You spread you legs and he positions himself between them, you feel his hardened length through your clothes and writhe underneath him. Dallon sucked on a particular sensitive spot on your neck and you moaned loudly. Dallon immeadiately put his hand over your mouth. He retracted his hand and placed his index finger in front of his lips.

"As much as I love the sounds you make, Ryan is in the room next door." You nodded and pulled Dallon back into another kiss. Your hands moved to his blouse and started unbuttoning it. Button after button more and more of his chest appears. After the last button you run your hands across his chest and down over his stomach. When you reach his belly he pulls back and sits up abruptly.

"Please... don't." Dallon looks away from you, he looks ashamed.

"Did I do anything wrong? Do you want to stop? Because we can... if you want."

He immeadiately looked up at you. "No!" He ran his hand through his hair. "No, I'm just... It's silly really. It's an insecure part of me. I just... hate that part of me I guess."

You smiled at him. "Let me prove you wrong." You pushed Dallon on his back and spread his blouse out of the way to get access at his chest. You crawled on top of him and gave him a peck on his lips. You moved to his neck, kissed him behind his ear and sucked on the skin above his collarbone, leaving a hickey. Dallon shuddered underneath your touch. You moved downwards and kissed all over his chest, stopped to suck on his nipple for a second and made your way even lower. You stopped for a second before you continued.

"Do you trust me?" Dallon nodded and you gave him a peck on his stomach. Dallon tensed. You looked at him through your eyelashes and kissed, licked and sucked all over his beautiful belly. All the tension that once was disappeared and pleasure made it's way to his face when you moved Dallon's hip bones. The pleasure didn't just show on his face, his boner was an absolute reveal of that. You traced you fingers over the denim covered bulge and heard Dallon take in a hiss of breath. You smirked at his reaction and when Dallon looked at your face... well... all of the innocent and insecure parts of him disappeared. They made way for a dark look of primal lust and passion.

Within a second you were on your back again while Dallon discarded his blouse. He started kissing the bottom of your own belly and moving his way upwards, taking your top off in the process. As Dallon kissed alongside the outline of your bra you started working on the button of his jeans. You pried them open and Dallon stood up to take them off, when he did you took of your bra and opened the button of your own jeans. Before you could take them off yourself Dallon was already back on top of you. He licked and sucked your breasts and left a hickey on top of your right nipple.

"Dallon..." you moaned and his eyes lit up with desire.

"Yes, my dear." He spoke with a rasp in his voice which made you moan again. He smirked at your reaction and went to take of your pants, taking your panties with them. He stood up to take off his own underwear and when he did... You looked at him, eyes looking at every part of his body and appreciating it at the same time.

"Like what you see?"

"A lot." You held out your hand at Dallon and he took it. Crawling back on top of you, his hand caressing the skin on your sides, moving along your outer thighs to circle back along your inner thighs. He looked at your eyes again and you nodded at him, urging him to move along.

"Dallon, please." He buried his face into your neck, giving a kiss and brushing the skin with his nose before whispering.

"Tell me what you want." His breath tickled your skin and goosebumps crawled over your skin. "You Dallon, every bit of you."

Dallon's hand moved from your inner thigh to swipe along your folds. "So fucking wet. Perfect." He all but purred into your neck that you bared for him. His hand moved to align himself with you.

He started moving slowly, easing into you at a horribly slow pace until he had fully penetrated your body. His breathing accelerated almost immeadiately and you wrapped you legs around him to feel him even deeper. After around a minute Dallon started moving again, slow still at first but picking up the pace very soon. He groaned with every moan you let go, he fit you perfectly. Every curve of his body complimenting yours. Every inch of skin left untouched. At some point Dallon's thrusts started becoming faster and faster. Your hands moved from his shoulders to his and back down to grab his beautiful butt and back up to pull his hair.

Dallon whispered sweet nothings in your ear, from how beautiful you are to the way you make him feel unpure feelings. Dallon's hands were on you thighs to keep your legs up, then in your hair to pull your head back and finally in your clit. He rubbed small circles only adding to the pleasure he was filling you with already. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach and you knew it wasn't gonna be much longer.

"Dall... I'm-" He kisses you as the both of you come undone.

Dallon pulls back and breathes into your neck as you bury your face in his hair. Your hand wander over his back and his rub circles on top of your shoulders. It doesn't take long for the two of you to fall asleep.

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canyousevmyheavydirtysoul · 6 years ago

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Bodyguard II: Familial Ties (Part III - Chapter 5) (Brendon Urie x Reader)

“Have you thought of a codename yet?”

Brendon sat back in one of the desk chairs surrounding the conference room table, his body slack and facing the doorway as his gaze wandered beyond the transparent material. You were one room over, engaged in serious conversation with Natasha, not even tossing him the smallest of looks despite being fully aware that he was watching you.

His face may have been as expressionless as ever, but his mind was bursting with thoughts as he observed you. Almost half a day had passed since his arrival back to S.H.I.E.L.D, and it was eleven hours ago that he’d kissed you.

Unsurprisingly, as soon as he had pulled away and let you out of his embrace, you pushed past him and were out the door before he could even turn around to try and stop you.

And you hadn’t taken any notice of him since.

Needless to say, it bothered him. He was well aware that you were unexplainably resentful towards him for the stunt that he pulled, and he agreed that your rage was warranted. But so was his reason for doing what he did.

Unfortunately, however, he couldn’t explain that to you – what with his brother being the reason you had lost your parents and all – and so that left him with no option other than to wait it out, and hope that you didn’t fire an icicle through his skull while he was asleep.

“Hello?” Dallon leaned forward, waving a hand in front of his unresponsive friend’s face.

Brendon broke his stare and turned his head to look at the techie, blinking away the discomfort that came from keeping his eyes open for so long.

“I already have one,” he answered Dallon’s question about the code name.

“You do?” Dallon raised both brows in shock, having not expected that response.

“Yeah,” Brendon nodded, raking his fingers through his hair, “we all do.”

Dallon perked up, eyes widening in excitement. “Me too?” he grinned enthusiastically, thrilled over the prospect of having a code name; it was wonderfully superheroesque.

“No.”

“Oh.”

Spencer placed a supportive hand on the deflated techie’s shoulder, clicking his tongue at Brendon’s harshness before offering a justification.

“What dickhead over there meant to say was that all Elite Agents have code names,” Spencer explained, “It’s not a general thing. We hardly ever use them, though, so don’t sweat it.”

“Yeah,” Dallon mumbled, suddenly becoming incredibly interested in the buttons on the jacket he was wearing. There was silence for a moment before the techie spoke again. “So what is it?”

“What is what?”

“Your code name,” he clarified, then cocked his head to the side and pushed his glasses up the ridge of his nose, “Well, your Avenger name, now, I guess.”

“Ace.”

Dallon nodded and made an impressed face, showing his approval. “That’s cool. ‘Cause the ace is…”

“…the most valued card in the deck – the deck being S.H.I.E.L.D, obviously,” Spencer finished for him, leaning back in his seat with a slight smirk, “Yeah. Brendon really is that bitch.”

Rolling his eyes, Brendon wheeled his chair closer to the table and rested his forearms on the glass. He looked at Dallon with raised brows, nodding in Spencer’s direction.

“You know what his is? Fucking-“

“Agent Urie,” The Director appeared in the doorway, capturing the attention of all three agents and quietening Brendon, “a word, please.”

Without a second’s hesitation, Brendon pushed his chair out and stood up from his seat, picking his jacket up from the tabletop and slinging it on as he followed Fury’s lead out of the room and towards a smaller one down the passageway.

The Director stepped in first, holding the door open for his agent to follow suit. Brendon crossed over the threshold and entered the room, eyes immediately landing on you. You stood across from him, arms folded and face unusually blank.

The t-shirt you were wearing left the top part of your chest and your neck exposed, and your bodyguard’s attention was suddenly drawn to the piece of jewellery around your neck.

The sight of it relieved him; the fact that you hadn’t taken the necklace off despite everything showed that you hadn’t completely written him off.

“Hi,” he greeted.

“Hi.”

Fury looked between the two of you and shook his head once. The tension tangled between you and Brendon was so intense that it was impossible for anyone to be around the two of you and not to feel it – and as your godfather and as The Director, it was the last thing Fury was interested in feeling.

“Look, obviously there are issues here,” Fury started, holding his hands out and moving to stand in the middle of the two of you, but not so much forward that you were unable to see one another, “and they’re gonna take a long while to work out.”

The two of you hadn't once looked away from each other.

“But we don’t have a long while,” your godfather continued, “In fact, we have no idea how much time we have. And if we’re gonna beat this, I’m gonna need all of my best people at their best. Which means –,” he gave a stern, one-eyed glare at you and then Brendon, “I can’t have two of my strongest assets bring their personal grievances onto the battlefield in this one. Am I understood?”

“Yes sir,” Brendon said, pursing his lips slightly, “That’s not me. You know that.”

You scoffed, and were about to pass a snarky remark but caught the eye of your godfather, who looked at you beseechingly. With a sigh, you nodded.

“Yeah. Understood.”

“Good.” Fury straightened up and folded his hands together behind his back. “Because we got work to do.”

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virgilsinferno · 5 years ago

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SPILLR » CHAPTER THREE

important :: this is a horror fic and might contain triggering content. proceed with caution.

tw :: nightmares, death, corpse

word count :: 3145

notes :: uh yeah,, there are loceit and logicality stuff in this chapter and analogical in the previous ones,, but there will be no endgame ships nor will there be romance between the 5 of them.

intro || 1 || 2

Lately, Dmitri has been feeling ill. Like his immune system’s getting weaker every day. He thinks it’s nothing to worry about though, and green tea helps from time to time. Yet even when he’s not feeling to well, he still refuses to sleep. Logan tells him it’s because of circadian rhythms. He doesn’t know what it means, but if he wanted to know, he can always ask Logan.

School life was stressful for him due to his popularity. Everyone adored him and constantly bothered him, all because of the fact that he’s kind of popular on the internet. It wasn’t his fault, really. People simply loved the content he posted. From the latest gossip to the recent breakups, he knew it all. And he delivered the news so eloquently, people took his word for it. Not everything posted on the internet is real. He’s just trying to have some fun by rewriting the tales that have been passed down from person to person. He guesses having fun also had its consequences.

Almost the entire school had his number. He doesn’t know how they get it, but he keeps changing it just to be sure. So when he gets the 3rd call that morning, he had his doubts. Upon seeing the caller ID, he let out a sigh of relief. Thank the heavens it wasn’t one of those creeps that keep trying to ask him out on a date. It was only 3 in the morning, and yet 2 people have already started annoying him. At least it was Logan who called. He could never annoy him. If anything or anyone dares to hurt his friend, he would lead an army of followers right to their doorstep and ruin their life.

Hey, he cared about Logan immensely.

“Hey Lo.” He greets, taking a sip of his tea.

“Are you free right now?” Logan asks through the phone. Dmitri chokes on the tea and has a coughing fit. He sets down his tea on his bedside table. It takes a few seconds for him to stop coughing.

“Yes. Are you asking me on a date?”

On the other end, Logan’s eyes flew wide in shock. He somehow manages to keep his cool and a smirk appears on his face. “No. Why, do you want me to?”

“Hell no! Shut up.”

“If you say so. Can you come over right now?”

“Yeah sure, gimme a sec. Be there in 10-ish? Should I bring anything? Flamethrower… sword… you name it.”

“Just yourself.”

“Gotcha.”

He ends the call and rolls off of the bed, landing on the floor with a thump. To him it sounded urgent, so he threw on a leather jacket over his plain yellow shirt and put on the first pair of jeans he saw.

The window had a tree branch near it, so he could get out and get back in through the window with ease. Logan didn’t live too far, which meant he didn’t have to sneak into the garage and get his car. At that moment, he felt incredibly grateful for all of the working out he’s been doing. The faster he can run, the more trouble he can cause. And also, he’d feel less worn out whenever he sneaks out of the house to go see Logan.

7 minutes later, he arrives at the front door and rings the doorbell. Usually, he’d ring it 3 times. One long ring followed by two short ones. It was his own way of letting them know who’s at the door. But this time, Logan opened the door right after the first ring and dragged him in.

“Lo, you okay? You look spooked.”

“I’m good. We should get going, the others are waiting for us.”

“Others? Wait, what?”

“Yes, and we have important matters to discuss.”

“Okay. I trust you.”

They head to Logan’s room, thoughts of the worst possible things that could happen already forming in Dmitri’s mind. Why does he have a bad feeling about this?

“You’ll be fine.” He says, patting him on the shoulder. Dmitri nods. He’ll be fine.

As soon as he walks in the familiar room, he could feel eyes on him. It was a normal thing for him, but there’s always been a slight feeling of discomfort. He only loves the attention he gets when he wants attention.

“It’s you!” says one of them, the one in the purple hoodie. “You’re the guy with the yellow eyes in my nightmare!”

Okay, what? That, he wasn’t expecting. Better to be the guy in someone’s nightmare than to be the guy who’s internet famous, right? Logan gives purple hoodie guy a warning look.

“Sorry, that was rude. The name’s Virgil, man.”

“Virgil,” he repeats. “what an odd name. I like it.”

That sounds familiar.

The guy which Dmitri now knows as Virgil visibly becomes paler. He doesn’t know how to react to this, nor does he know if he should do anything. Was it something he said? He hoped not. The guy with the gray cardigan on his shoulders comforts him.

“Listen man, this might sound weird and all, but that’s what you said. In my nightmare thing. Kinda freaked out right now.”

Dmitri nods in understanding. “I get it. Sometimes I get nightmares that come true as well.”

He realizes what he just said and his right hand immediately covers his mouth. Too much information. That’s when he also realizes that he had forgotten to put in his contacts. Which meant that they could see his real eye color—a mix between light gray and blue.

“Uh, at least you don’t have yellow eyes?”

“Yeah about that… Virgil, right? I seem to have forgotten to put on my contacts before I left.”

“So you can have yellow eyes if you wanted to?”

“If I wanted to. Don’t worry, I won’t use yellow contacts if we are to meet again.”

Logan cleared his throat. “Now, let’s discuss the matter at hand.”

As he was about to continue, Patton’s phone rang. He excused himself and went outside of Logan’s room to answer the call. It was his mom calling. Logan proceeded to catch Dmitri up on things.

“Hey mom!”

“Pat, dear, where are you? We’re worried sick about you!”

“I’m fine mom, I’m at a friend’s place right now. I didn’t want to go home yet ‘cause Dallon might come looking for me there and we’re sort of not on good terms right now. I’ll be back for lunch, I promise!”

“Oh honey, has no one told you yet? Dallon went missing four days ago. His body was found by the river yesterday at 6:50 pm.”

Missing?

… Body?

There was a sudden feeling of suffocation, yet Patton was aware that he could breathe just fine. He knew he was alive, he had to be. Didn’t he call him recently? That means he’s not dead, right? He heard his voice through the phone, he’d know that voice from anywhere. There’s no way he’s dead. Right?

“Are you alright, dear?”

“Yeah mom. I… I have to go.”

Patton ended the call and ran back into the room. He plopped down next to Virgil and put his knees to his chest muttering a few incoherent words. They all stopped what they were doing to try and comfort Patton, even though they had no idea what was going on.

“I-I’m not imagining things, I can’t be. I heard him. I’m not imagining things.” He sounded so confused and the others weren’t sure if they should give him some space momentarily or let him talk it out. Everything was going too fast and they had no time to process the situation.

“Virgil! You were there, you heard it too, right? He was calling me, he’s not dead. You know that too. He was calling and you were next to me and you heard us talking. I wasn’t imagining it.”

“Patton, I uh… yeah, someone was calling you. Could you talk slower please?”

The room fell silent.

“Dallon’s dead,” Patton whispered. It was quiet, but loud enough for the rest of them to hear. “He’s been dead since yesterday. But he called me so that means he’s not dead, right? I don’t want him back, I really don’t, but he called me and now I just have to believe he’s dead?”

“Still confused!” Roman groaned. Of course he’d be the most clueless one out of all of them.

For a moment, Dmitri’s eyes switched from light gray to brown. It was fast enough to think of it as nothing, but what he said was quite worrying. “Not everyone you know is real.”

“W-what?” Patton asked, gripping the sleeve of Virgil’s hoodie.

Dmitri tilted his head. “What?”

“I’m all for the spooky stuff, I truly am, but I don’t understand anything! Please, don’t leave me out of this adventure of a lifetime!”

Brown eyes gazed into Roman’s— brown eyes that he knew were once a different color. Though he really never got a good look at Dmitri’s face, so he wasn’t sure if his eyes did change colors. Then again, he did mention something about contacts but he hasn’t been paying that much attention to anything, really. Something told him he’d better stay out of this entire thing.

“Trust me, you don’t want to be a part of this.” said Dmitri in a stern voice.

The lights began to flicker and Dmitri’s eyes began rapidly switching between light gray and brown. He grabs Virgil’s arm and pulls him closer to him in a harsh manner. He leans dangerously close to his ear, and in the softest voice he could manage, he whispers: “You know too much. All those theories in your head are absolutely right. I can’t keep this up, it’s bound to find out. Don’t worry, I’ll get all of you out. Eventually.”

Utterly terrified, perplexed, and stressed were only a few words that could describe how Virgil was feeling. He gives Dmitri a weak nod and wraps his hoodie around him even tighter. As soon as the lights stopped flickering, it changed from a warm white color to a disturbing red color, bathing the entire room with the color red. Roman, though full of fear, got off of the bed to get out of the room and make himself a salad despite his brother’s warnings.

The door wouldn’t budge so he was forced to sit back down on the king-sized bed and snack on the cookies til the lights were back to normal. Logan only cared for all of their safety and wouldn’t want any of them to be attacked by whoever was messing with them. Surely, they’ve got to be inside the house. Yet the look on Dmitri’s face said otherwise. He appeared to be calm, but he was shaking. Virgil on the other hand was breathing heavily, and Patton was trying not to cry.

The light flickered once more, making it dark for a fraction of a second then returning to its previous state. They all sighed in relief. Now that that was over, Logan got up to check if there were any people inside the house that may have messed with their lighting and if there were any possessions stolen. There was just one tiny problem.

“Hey uh, where’s Dmitri?” asked Virgil, who was doing his best to keep his breathing even. He was a hundred percent sure that he was there a moment ago. They would be able to feel it if someone were to get up, seeing as they were all sitting down very closely to each other. It was almost like Dmitri had disappeared in thin air.

“No one is going to leave this room until I am sure that it is safe to do so.” Logan announces to the remaining members of the group.

As if it couldn’t get any weirder, their phones all went off simultaneously, and the television was switching through channels at a blistering speed. A familiar face shows up on TV. It was Dmitri. His irises were now yellow and he looked scared. Anxious, even. There was nothing but darkness behind him. Everything was so difficult to understand and there were a thousand thoughts that were overlapping over each other. It didn’t make any sense.

“I’m dreaming, it’s okay it’s just a nightmare. It’s just a dream.” Roman repeated over and over to himself.

“I don’t have much time,” Dmitri starts, looking around nervously before continuing. “I’ll do my best to get you all out. Just please don’t look at it in the eyes for any longer than 10 seconds. I wish you all the best of luck.”

The television turns off and their phones stop making noise. Roman is the first to speak. “What was all that about?”

A loud crackling sound is heard, followed by the deafening sound of static. Then the power went out. Usually, one would still be able to make out the figures of whatever is in a completely dark room. Or at least be able to feel any objects that were littered around.

It was entirely pitch black. Like when one would close their eyes and be met with absolute darkness. It no longer felt like they were sitting cross-legged on the bed.

“Logan?” Roman called out, reaching his arms out and feeling around for any sign of life.

“Here!” His brother responded. Did he hear it on the left or on the right?

It was clear that the brothers were in close proximity to each other. Virgil on the other hand, found that he was slightly farther away due to the voices barely being heard. He took out his phone from his pocket and used it as a flashlight, though not much was accomplished. Everything was still pitch black. He walked around for a bit—a desperate attempt at finding a way out. No luck. Instead, he had tripped on something. Or rather, someone.

Virgil shone a light at what had caused him to trip. A body. He didn’t know if the person was dead or not, but they sure had a familiar face. Well, it did have a rotting smell so he supposed it was a dead body. It was a face he had seen around before, though he couldn’t pinpoint where he had seen it. The anxiety was starting to kick in. Its head shifted to the right, allowing him to observe its face more.

Its eyes flew open.

“Holy fuck.” Virgil kicked it in surprise and ran as far as he could away from the seemingly alive corpse. It was so dark that he had not seen that there was someone in front of him, causing him to bump into the person. He pointed his light at the person’s face which made them squint. It was Roman.

“Watch it, Captain Brood.” He sneered.

“You’re in my way, Roman Numerals.” Virgil retorted. “Where are we?”

“Definitely not in Bill Nye the stoic guy’s room, that’s for sure.”

Someone crashed into Virgil, making him bump into Roman once more. They could tell it was Patton right away, because of the high-pitched squeal he made when he saw it was the two of them. Logan was with him as well, holding Patton’s hand to make sure he doesn’t run off and get lost even more.

“The whole group is here! Let’s go, my entourage!” Roman exclaimed as he took the lead. Logan, Patton, and Virgil followed behind him, with Patton refusing to let go of Logan’s hand. Just in case.

“L, how do you suppose we get out?”

“That is for us to find out. Are you alright?”

“M’not on the verge of a panic attack. It’s strange, I feel like I’m being watched but it also feels like I’m safe.”

“I suppose that’s a good thing.”

The four of them continued walking, following wherever Roman decided to go. It’s not like they know where they’re going either, so they might as well take a chance. Eventually, they come across a door. Roman puts a hand on the doorknob and faces Logan, probably asking for permission first to open the door. His older brother nods. They all silently pray that it’s the way out.

It’s a…house?

More specifically, it was a freaking huge house reminiscent of the one in Layers of Fear. Oh for goodness sake, out of anything that the dark void could possibly bring them to, it puts them in a freaking video game. Virgil groans upon realization and picks up a cassette tape that was randomly laying around. He attempts to throw it at the wall out of frustration, but was stopped by Patton.

“Wait! I found a cassette tape player, maybe this is a clue!” He says, taking the tape from his friend.

He plays the tape.

“Hello? Hello, hello? I’m kidding. This is Dmitri. I see you’ve found the first clue. Don’t worry about me, I’m okay. Doing my best to get it away from you guys as possible. Focus on finding a way out, and don’t split up. It’s going to use your fears against you, and you’re all probably in the first stage right now.”

They all look at each other with accusing stares.

“So which one of you is afraid of this game in particular?” Roman asks, pointing to the other three.

Patton raises his hand slowly. “The painting is scary!”

“This is fine, I’ve played this before. Just don’t wander off.” Virgil said as he gave a knowing look at the other three.

The layout of the house wasn’t how Virgil remembered it, but it has been a while since he had played it so he wasn’t entirely sure. It seemed to have elements from different games he had played, though. He was wondering how a simple social networking site could put them in so much danger when he came across a piece of paper hanging from a strand of spider silk. Logan takes it before Virgil could.

Similar to the first note they had gotten, it had a drawing of an eye. In the center it had a message. Logan reads it aloud.

“You should have read the privacy policy.”

“No it doesn’t!” Virgil scoffs, taking the piece of paper from Logan and reading what it said to the others. “You know too much.”

Roman peeks at the paper, frowning when it obviously didn’t say both those things. He snatches it from Virgil and clears his throat before speaking. “You were better off clueless.”

And of course, it wasn’t the same for Patton. Roman shows him the message, trying to prove that he had the “real” message. Patton reads it for the rest of them, a shiver running down his spine upon uttering the words that were written in such a familiar handwriting.

“I didn’t think you’d last without me. I see now that I was wrong. We’ll meet again.”

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