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[demon-shark]

Percy Got Lost Pt. 1

12-year-old Percy Jackson tries to leave Camp Half-blood before Mr. D decides whether or not to kill him. Only Percy gets so lost he ends up in a completely different universe where a man in green finds him.

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

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Percy didn’t know where he was going, he just wanted to get away. Away from camp, away from his dad, away from the nightmares, and far far away from stupid smelly Gabe. As he continued to march through the forest, his surroundings suddenly changed. Not in a completely unfamiliar way, but a strange one as instead of the pine it was replaced with a tree he had never seen before. Normally, he would have freaked out but between the Minotaur and the Hellhound, this was calming. Especially since the hanging sword that was Mr. D’s verdict had been hanging over his head for the last couple of days. As he made his way deeper into the strange forest, he came across a tall man dressed in pale green. He had long flowing brown hair and pale skin, but Percy’s attention was on the silvery sword at his hip. Percy suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline as the article came rushing back to him. Police would not say whether son Percy is a suspect in his mother’s disappearance, but they have not ruled out foul play. If he’s seen he would be turned in and arrested or worse, sent back to live with Gabe. 

Percy shuffled around trying to hide behind a nearby tree as the man turned around. There was a momentary pause, where Percy could swear he could feel the man staring at him from the other side of the tree before the man ordered, “come out”. Percy froze, praying that if he stayed still enough the man would just leave. “Come out or I’ll make you.” It didn’t work. Percy awkwardly shuffled out from his hiding place, watching as the man’s face scrunched up at the sight of him. “What are you?” Percy felt his stomach drop, he hadn’t even made it to the road and he had already been caught by one of the camp counselors. “Look, I don’t care what my Dad or Chiron or whoever wants. I’m not staying at camp. Just pretend you didn’t see me and it’ll be like I never existed.” The man’s face somehow managed to scrunch up even more. “Can you at least give me a head start?” 

“What are you talking about?” Percy was sure that the man could hear the static that filled his head. “You’re not from the camp, are you?” The silence that followed was deafening. The man then raised his hand, pointing two fingers upwards as he said, “I’m not going to ask this again. What are you?” As he asked, the sword that had been resting at his hip flew to Percy’s neck. In a panic, Percy yells, “Demigod! I’m a-” It was then the man suddenly grabbed Percy by his hood. He was thrown behind the man as something jumped out from the nearby foliage. Wolf-like spiders, creatures Percy was certain he would have remembered from the Mytho-magic cards, started to slowly surround them. One lunged at him, completely ignoring the man which only made it an easy target. It wasn’t the only one either, the wolf spiders were so focused on Percy that the man had an easy time cutting down the critters. One however did notice the man and Percy was the first to notice. Moving quickly Percy reached into his bag and pulled out the Minotaur’s horn, stabbing into its fuzzy head as he yelled “Look out!”. Now armed, Percy stood next to the man. Not quite ready to fight, but willing to. The man eyed him, unsure if Percy was to be trusted, but seeing as they were starting to get surrounded he would take the extra sword. Percy struggled to keep up with the man, running on nothing but adrenaline and ADHD. The man however was completely different. 

Each movement was fluid and smooth, unlike Percy’s own panicked jankiness. When Percy stumbled, the man glided. Whoever he is, he was clearly trained. One by one, two by two, the spiders fell. The man made it look like some choreographed dance that Percy couldn’t help but watch, nearly getting himself bit in the process. Meanwhile, Percy could only wait, dodge, and stab. Falling into a morbid rhythm of waiting for the spider to attack, dodging, and then stabbing the now exposed back of the head. As the spiders became lower in numbers they got smarter. Almost as if they followed some strange rule of numbers where the more there are the dumber they become. Percy didn’t carry that thought for very long as one of the final spiders jumped him from behind the same moment he took out one of their buddies. A cry of pain left him as fell on his side hard, having turned mid-air to catch the monster’s pincers before it could rip out his throat. 

Percy struggled to hold the monster back, not because of its strength but because of how frantic its movements were. The pincers constantly threatened to slip from his fingers, made worse by the viscous combination of venom and saliva oozing its way under his fingernails and between his fingers. Percy could only hold back a cringe of disgust through the sheer fear that doing so would give the monster just the opening it had been looking for. Hearing his distress, the man quickly cut down the final two spiders blocking him from Percy before rushing over. The man kicked the spider-wolf off of Percy and into a nearby tree. It let out a horrific screech, causing Percy to block his ears on instinct. But even then it seemed to echo in his head. Its screeching was soon cut off by the man decapitating the spider in a single fluid movement. The head flying off and almost soundlessly falling upon the grass as the man sheathed his sword. 

The man was no less suspicious of him, but at least he had put the sword away. “Who are you?” Percy gulped before whispering, “Percy. Jackson Percy.” Upon seeing no recognition from the man, he sighed in relief. Standing a little straighter he asked, “Who are you?” The man just stared at him for a second, “Shen Qingqiu”. There was an awkward pause before Percy asked, “So, Qingqiu, what were those things?” Shen Qingqiu glared down at him, making Percy feel smaller than he thought possible, “You should show some respect”. Confused, Percy looked up at him wide-eyed, “What do you mean?” The man stared at him again, Percy feeling deeply uncomfortable as it felt like his every action, every breath was being analyzed. Not being able to bear it, Percy asked, “Is this like a cultural thing?” Staring into Percy’s eyes, Shen Qingqiu realized the boy genuinely didn’t understand. The boy was very expressive; his confusion and grief were easy to read. “When addressing an immortal master, you’re supposed to use Gongzi”. 

“Okay, Gongzi. So, like, I would call you Qingqiu-Gonzi?” The man started to walk off as he corrected Percy with a sharp, “Shen Qongzi. You must get permission to use someone’s first name.” Percy quickly started to follow him, yelling, “Wait! Could-could I come with you? I don’t know where I am and I really don’t know what’s going on so…” Percy started to trail off as Shen Qongzi turned around to stare at him. He didn’t answer though and just went back to walking down the mountain. “So is that a yes?” The immortal lord didn’t turn around, instead gesturing for Percy to follow. So he did. The pair made their way down the mountain, and as they reached the outskirts of a town, Shen Qingqiu broke the silence. “Stay here”. Percy looked up confused, “Why?”. He didn’t answer though, the immortal master just continuing the walk down. As Percy started to follow him again, Shen Qingqiu snapped his head towards him. “What part of ‘Stay here’ did you not understand?” Percy stared the scowling man down as he said, “You didn’t tell me why”. Shen Qingqiu gave a heavy sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I’m getting you a change of clothes. If you walk into town like that, people will think you’re a demon and they’ll suspect me of conspiracy.” Percy felt like an idiot, “Oh, yeah. That-that would make sense.” The Immortal master then started his stomp into town again. 

Percy waited for Shen Qingqiu to return but found it difficult to stand still. At first, he looked around trying to figure out where he was, but outside of the bamboo, there was nothing that he could recognize. Though he wasn’t really a geology or plant person, so he probably should have known that would happen. Finding the search pointless, he started to pick at a nearby bamboo stalk. It kept his attention for a couple of minutes, making a decently sized dent in the side of it. But that quickly got boring, so he started to swing his arms around. Swinging his arms turned into flossing. As he got a rhythm going a voice snapped him out of it, “What are you doing?”. Percy nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned around to face the Immortal Master. “I was flossing”. Shen Qingqiu stared at him for a moment before throwing him a pile of clothes, “Go change”. Percy scurried away, clothes in hand. As Percy changed he started to ask questions he should have asked long ago, “Where are we?”. 

“Verdant Mountain, China” China? As Percy looked around he felt his stomach drop. He knew he didn’t know anything about China, but he had seen pictures of the large bustling cities and he knew that basically everything he had owned came from China. “What-what year is it?” The man scrunched up his face, turning to look at Percy as he walked back out of the foliage. “Look, it has been a really weird week for me. Can you just tell me?” The man stared at him a bit more before saying, “481.” Percy nearly collapsed at that. Not only was he on the other side of the planet but he wasn’t even in the right year anymore. Shen Qingqiu easily picked up on Percy’s panic, adding it to the quickly growing list of ‘Weird Things about Jackson’ along with his clothes, lack of basic knowledge, and the monsters he keeps attracting. However, the boy clearly doesn’t know any answers to his questions, so asking would be pointless.

[2manybands2care]

Hey, campers!

This is Mythos from @toomanybandstocare. I just made a back up just in case something happens. I wanted to save the name is all.

Hopefully, I don’t need to use this account. Same rules apply here: this is an 18+ account.

[eponymoussquared]

Welcome to my lair.

Make yourself comfortable.

My name is Eponymous. And since Eponymous means "referring to the name" I'm technically the eponymous Eponymous, hence Eponymous Squared. This tumblr is occasionally just random thoughts on shows, comics, etc, but it's largely writing. So I thought I'd make a directory of finished stories for easy navigation. I'm very new to the whole 'writeblr' thing, but I'd love to participate in any and all tag games.

One Level Down:

My own fictional universe. The following stories take place in it. An overly meta series of people in stories realizing that their worlds are less real then they thought, and what that does to them. Add in eldritch horrors who force you to reshape your entire worldview to suit their whims and worship them like gods, and we get a surreal romp through fanfiction for stories that don't exist as the denizens of these worlds try to find meaning in their lives.

Escape from the Plothole(Finished) My first finished story. A camp counselor finds that things are not as they seem.

Discarded Darling(WIP) A story of love, hate, manipulation, magic, and more goats than strictly necessary.

Mangled Mythos

Stories of gods fighting to be remembered. Wildhunters(WIP)

The adventures of the leaders of the Wild Hunt and those who get caught up in their endless ride.

Sheidy Business(WIP)

An old, jaded woman gets caught in a war of literally biblical proportions when an orphan under her care goes missing. The king of demons tries to stop a plan to kill god. And in the center of it, a young, lost boy who no longer knows where his allegiances should lie.

This story is based off of jewish folklore from various places, and I've been workshopping it for awhile now. I should note that it is INSPIRED by myths, and not necessarily entirely accurate, especially since some of the sources I'm drawing from are somewhat vague. Nonetheless, I've always wanted to give my cultures weird and wacky stories some time in the limelight, so here we are.

Pandora(Hiatus) Pandora's life has one single moment that we define it by. But what happened after? Currently shelved until further notice.

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Random stuff.

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Princess Tutu College AU Ch. 4 - “Fourth Position”

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“You should talk to someone,” Fakir says out of the blue, between bites of his vanilla swirl. “About the bullying, I mean.”

Ahiru’s mouth is full of her double-fudge banana split, so she pauses and tilts her head, raising an eyebrow questioningly. She has an ice cream mustache, and Fakir can’t help but chuckle helplessly fondly before motioning to her lip so she knows. With someone he’s closer to, like Mytho, he might reach over there himself, but…he doesn’t think they’re on that level yet (he’s doing his best to hide his blush just thinking about it). She moves to wipe it off, smiling at him a little more in thanks, and he softens.

How could anyone bully this girl? Not that he has much room to talk in others’ eyes, but his intentions were to be helpful. Unlike those girls today and Melody’s before… That reminds him, he needs to talk to Melody after this, maybe tomorrow if it gets too late. Honestly, though… Ahiru doesn’t have a mean bone in her body. All she ever does is her best to help people and be there in any way she can, even those who might not deserve it. Hell, she is the one who got Mytho to smile and laugh and be human again when he couldn’t, despite years of trying…! It just…doesn’t make sense to him. None of it.

Ahiru swallows, beaming at the flavors before she turns her attention back to Fakir. “So, what did you mean, ‘talk to someone?’”

Coming out of his thoughts, he looks up at her, absently working to carve out the perfect spoonful. “You know, like one of the school’s guidance counselors. Someone you can talk to about what the bullies are doing and how it makes you feel.” She’s looking at him like she’s wondering why in the world she’d do that, and he sighs. “You were confused and hurt today when they accused you of being stuck up, right? And when they brought me into it…” that still makes him clench his fist, “…it made it worse, right? It added sadness and even more hurt to the mix.” She blinks, and it makes him look away, cheeks red. They’re both quietly wondering when he learned to read her half as well. His voice is low and shy when he speaks up again. “I just mean, if you’re hurting…you should have someone to talk to…” His other fist clenches now, voice dropping even more and somewhat tight with frustration. “If I can’t help, then…”

“But you do!”

His gaze snaps to her, eyes wide. She’s standing up all of a sudden, leaning on her bandaged palms on the table, expression adorably earnest, the emotions in her bright blue eyes lit up all the more by the setting sun. In this moment, she looks almost…ethereal. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen her look so beautiful. The thought makes him blush, but it’s true. He wishes he could take a picture and show her the next time she gets down on herself.

“I mean it! Really!” She must think his silence means disbelief. Before he can correct her, she’s already charging ahead. “You defended me with Melody! You came to my defense with those girls today! You patched me up after it all! You didn’t have to do any of that, but you did it anyway! You don’t even have to be helping me do better in my classes, but you are!” She smiles at him widely, softening, and he’s not sure why, but seeing her like this, while she’s exalting him and looking so, well, pretty…it’s doing things to his heart he doesn’t understand.

Sighing gently through her nose in calming some, she sits down again. “I’m just saying…” She reaches across the table to rest her hand on his and squeeze without hesitation. He starts, eyes widening and cheeks coloring even more. His heart’s beating quickly in his chest, and that increases when he sees the light blush across the bridge of her nose. What the hell is wrong with him? “You help me more than you give yourself credit for, Fakir. And I want you to know, I really, really appreciate it. Hopefully you know that already, but just in case,” she bows her head low, “thank you very much, for everything. The extra lessons, protecting me…” she straightens and gives him a sweet, tender smile he’s never seen from her before, but would not mind seeing again, particularly if he’s the cause, “…but most of all, for being my friend. You’re the best.”

Fakir is pretty sure he’s forgotten how to speak. He’s also pretty sure he’s on fire and his heart’s going to burn itself out in a moment or two. But he doesn’t want to leave her hanging or make her think he doesn’t appreciate what she just said – on the contrary, he thinks that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to him – so he takes a shaky bite of his ice cream to give a shock to his system. Luckily, it works, and he’s able to breathe again. Thank goodness.

Taking a deep breath, he smiles for her in a way that’s so soft, it makes her throat constrict, and after fighting off the moment’s hesitation, he reaches over to hold her hand on his. “Thank you. That…” his smile grows, and Ahiru can feel her ears burning, “…I’m glad I could help you that much.” Squeezing her hand, he stands up. “You don’t have to thank me, though. It’s the least I can do.”

Ahiru blinks at that, knowing there’s more to it, but not sure what he could mean. Least he can do for what? Is he still talking about how he treated her before? She thought his training was his penance for that… But if he means something else, she can’t imagine what. But before she can think on it more, he’s gently drawing her to her feet and nodding the way they came. “We should head back. It’s getting late, and even if we got lucky and didn’t get caught missing curfew last time, I wouldn’t make a habit of it.”

Filing her confusion away for later, she picks up the rest of her sundae and nods, handing him what little of his swirl he has left. “Okay!”

It’s quiet on the way back, at least for the most part. She asks a few questions about the guidance counselors, and it turns out, he knows quite a bit. She wonders why, if he’s had any reason to see them, brow furrowing in concern. But then, she remembers their first day, when Mytho fell from the second story window saving a baby bird and almost died, and she thinks she understands. She’s almost surprised they didn’t send her, too, come to think of it, being directly involved…but it was a really busy time for everyone, so she’s not shocked she was accidentally overlooked.

“You know…” she looks at him when he speaks up again, quieter and more hesitant this time, keeping his gaze straight ahead so he doesn’t lose his nerve,“…if you’re nervous about going alone to see the counselors, I…don’t mind going with you. They probably won’t let me sit in on the appointment with you since that’s supposed to be confidential, but I can wait with you until your name’s called.” Suddenly realizing how that might sound, like he doesn’t think she’s brave enough to go on her own or something, he throws caution to the wind and whips to face her, hoping she can’t see his embarrassed flush. “I-I just mean, if—if you want and if—if it would make you feel better...!”

Ahiru’s eyes widen, she blinks, and then she beams, fists pumped at half-mast. “Wait, really?! You really wouldn’t mind?” He’s about to remind her he just said that when the sheer brightness of her beam blinds him. She gives a happy sound, almost like a quack. “Oh, thank you, Fakir! I’ve never talked to a counselor before, so I was really nervous, but I didn’t want to sound like a baby!”

There’s a happy spring and skip in her step now, and he watches her for a second before chuckling helplessly and shaking his head. “You’re welcome.” He reaches out to catch her wrist, and she stops, tilting her head questioningly. “But being scared doesn’t make you childish. It makes you smart. If you’re not afraid, you might get cocky and make mistakes. Besides, you were going to do it anyway, right? Just like you’ve stayed at this school despite everything that’s been thrown at you?” She nods, but she still looks confused, and he finds himself softening again. This girl… “That makes you brave, Ahiru.”

Realization starts lighting her eyes, and he’s glad. Actually, now that he thinks about it, from the time he first started to notice Ahiru while she worked to help Mytho open up again and all she’s done until now…she might be the bravest person he’s ever met… Huh…

When he looks over at her, she’s beaming again, singing a little song to herself as she skips along, and he falls into step at her side, a content smile on his face.

Once they reach their dorm, Fakir’s digging out the key when Ahiru bumps his shoulder with hers. He glances at her, eyebrow raised. She’s grinning brightly, hands clasped behind her back. “Thank you for today. The ice cream was great!” She rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet, humming happily.

Fakir just breathes a laugh and smiles right back. “Don’t mention it. I enjoyed it, too.”

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A few days later, as promised, Fakir accompanies Ahiru to the guidance office. It’s pretty quiet, a bright and early morning in the middle of the week, but their classes were canceled today due to Cat-sensei being out sick, so they decided to take advantage of the time. Fakir helps her get set up, and then they go wait. It’s not long before a door opens a few doors down and the strangest woman Ahiru’s ever seen pokes her head out. “Ahiru Arima?”

In her nervousness, the redhead shoots out of her chair so quickly she stumbles, but pays that no mind as she throws her hand in the air. “P-present!”

Fakir is quick to smother his would-be laugh while the woman barely bats an eye before ducking back inside her office. “This way, please.”

“Ah! Right!” Ahiru turns to Fakir with a grin and a small wave. “Thanks, Fakir! See you back home!”

With that, she hurries inside the room, shutting the door behind her. Fakir, for his part, rests his chin on his palm with a soft smile. He might as well get comfortable. He’s not sure how long this will take.

On the other side of the door, Ahiru realizes the woman who’s supposed to be her guidance counselor is even stranger-looking than she first thought. Mint green hair in an unusually curled, defying-gravity style, she’s probably the palest person Ahiru’s ever seen. Her makeup is also…interesting, almost clown-like, only a little prettier and less unnerving, and that’s not saying anything about her clothes. They’re like something out of a circus. Honestly, all together, the woman seems almost…doll-like, or maybe like some kind of marionette from a puppet show. It’s weird, but that’s honestly the most accurate description she can think of.

Not that any of that’s a bad thing, of course! At least it makes her interesting! And for all she knows, maybe it’ll make her a better counselor! Why else would they have her here first thing in the morning?

The woman seems to have been observing her, too, in between putting a record on her player in the corner of the room. Setting the needle, she sits down again just as the music starts to play. It’s a lively tune, fun and almost carnival-like…but it also sounds…sad and eerie somehow? Huh… So she has an odd taste in music, too… It fits her, though!

“My name is Edel, and your name is Ahiru.”

Ahiru jumps in shock. “W-wait, how do you know my name?!” ‘Edel’ silently holds up a folder with ‘Arima, Ahiru’ written on the label. The girl blushes. “O-oh…”

“Your incident report says you’ve had trouble with bullies recently.”

Remembering the reason for her visit, Ahiru slumps a bit, her good mood dampening. “Y-yeah…”

“May those who accept their fate be granted happiness. May those who defy their fate be granted glory.”

The aspiring ballerina snaps up to look at her, interest piqued. “Huh?” She tilts her head. “Is that a quote from somewhere? What’s it mean?”

“You are only experiencing this bullying because you are trying to deft your fate, are you not?”

Somehow, that didn’t help. She’s even more confused now. “‘My fate?’”

She looks back in the folder for Ahiru’s scores and teachers’ comments. “Your teachers and fellow students referred to you as the worst dancer in the school. You even did yourself.” She puts the file down. “But you still keep trying, still dance, still pursue your dream, like the flower bud determined to bloom even without sun to nourish it.” She nods toward the door. “Recently, though, it seems you found a sun that helps to push back the dark clouds and encourage your natural growth.”

It takes a good few moments for Ahiru to wade through the metaphors and all, and she still doesn’t really get the ‘fate’ and ‘glory’ stuff, but she flushes brightly when she figures out the end. “W-wait, are you talking about Fakir?!” Edel nods. “Qua—?!” She throws her hands over her mouth.

“Stories are better with supporting characters.”

Forgetting her panic for a second in her sudden confusion, Ahiru stares at the woman for a beat or two before a soft “Huh?” pops out.

“Stories have their main characters, but they’d be nothing without their supporting roles. Main characters struggle and break, and if there’s no one there to pick them up when they’re at their lowest, the story will end prematurely. All stories have to end, of course, but if they do before their time?” She holds her index finger. “That, Ahiru, is what they call a tragedy.”

Ahiru feels like her head is spinning. She’s even more lost than before she asked. Maybe she shouldn’t have asked at all. Is this…actually supposed to be helping her…? “I don’t understand what you’re saying, Miss Edel…”

Edel doesn’t say anything in return, only because the record’s reached its end. She gets up to change it, and while she does, Ahiru keeps thinking. Hmm… Maybe…? Could that…? Well, maybe, but… Geez, this is weird. Is this what guidance counselors are always like, talking in riddles?

All at once, though, she thinks she gets it, and she sits up straighter, snapping her fingers with a big smile. “You mean that Fakir and I are meant to be friends, right? We’re both characters supporting each other!” She doesn’t call him a supporting character or herself a main one on purpose. He’s way too good to be secondary character material, and there’s no way she’s good enough to be a main. So, she’s keeping it neutral. “And all that stuff you said about glory and fate before? You meant I should keep fighting, right? Fakir will help me, and we’ll find glory – and hopefully happiness, too, since that’s important – together!”

Feeling more confident and assured than she has since the incident with Melody’s friends, Ahiru doesn’t give Edel the chance to reply before she’s leaping out of her chair and running for the door. Hand on the doorknob, she turns back with a bright smile, bowing low before she forgets herself. “Thank you so much, Miss Edel! You’re really good at this!”

Edel blinks for a moment, then smiles and waves. The door slams in Ahiru’s excitement, but the woman doesn’t mind. Gaze falling to the folder on her desk again, she lets her thumb graze over the name. No one’s ever said anything like that to her before…

Outside, Fakir jumps a bit at Ahiru slamming the door, worried for a moment that maybe something went wrong or the counselor was a jerk. But he’s relieved in the next moment to see her beaming face and a light in her eyes that hasn’t quite been there since the incident the other day. Standing, he glances toward Edel’s door. “I take it it went well?”

She nods with an affirmative hum. “It was great! She was really strange, and she talked in riddles, but she helped me out a lot!”

Fakir isn’t sure what to make of most of that, but he’s not going to question it as long as she’s smiling. “That’s good. I’m really happy to hear that.” He inclines his head toward the main desk. “You can make another appointment to see her at the end of the week or next or whenever you want, if you feel like it. Seeing her regularly might be a good idea, at least for a little while.”

Ahiru thinks for a moment, but it’s really not a hard decision. Edel’s already really helped her, so knowing that she can come see her whenever she needs it? She’s definitely on board! Fists pumped at half-mast, she nods firmly. “Mm hmm!”

While she’s filling out the paperwork, Fakir standing by if she needs help, he does a double-take when something out the window catches his eye. Melody is walking by, a few books in her arms. She looks lost in thought. Hopefully, she’s feeling guilty for what her friends did to Ahiru the other day or maybe even afraid of what he’ll do when he finds her. Wouldn’t that be appropriate? Whatever the case, Fakir knows he can’t pass up this chance with classes out.

Turning to Ahiru, he does his best to hide his anger at Melody so it doesn’t poison his small smile and make Ahiru worry or think she did something wrong. “I’m going to take care of something. You can head back to the dorm when you’re done, and then we can get some practice in, if you want.”

Ahiru finishes filling in her last line and then turns to raise an eyebrow at him, but he’s already nearly to the door. She doesn’t even have time to ask what he’s talking about. “Ah—o-okay! Good luck!”

He waves, and then he’s gone. She’s so confused…

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Fakir knows where Melody’s headed, he’s heard her talk about her schedule to her posse enough times, so he waits in the hallway a few doors down from her study group’s meeting room. Some people might find this creepy, but he calls it using what he has to his advantage. When Melody rounds the corner and sees him, she stops in her tracks and narrows her eyes suspiciously. “What are you doing here, Drosselmeyer?”

“Why did you send your clique to pick on Ahiru?”

She flinches a bit at his icy tone, but she’s not stupid enough to miss the red-hot fury underneath. Her glare hardens. “What are you talking about? When?”

“A few days ago, not that it matters. They ganged up on her in front of one of the practice rooms and pushed her down so she hurt herself and called her conceited. Then they brought me into it and claimed I called her ‘hopeless’ when—” He cuts himself off, looking away and clenching his fist while he works to control his ire. Melody swallows, looking him over. She’s beginning to notice a pattern with Fakir—or maybe, since it’s only happened twice so far, coincidence would be the better word for it (though she has no doubt it’ll turn into a pattern soon enough). He only gets flustered to this extent when that Ahiru girl’s involved. He sighs roughly through his nose, shoving his bangs from his face. “They took it out of context.”

He clenches his other fist and pushes off the wall to face her fully. “They hurt her,” coming closer, he points at her furiously, “and I want to know why. Was it revenge? Are you that much of a petty coward?” He’s not giving her room to answer or argue, he knows that, but he’s too pissed off, and luckily, she’s smart enough to know that interrupting him would only stoke his fire. “More than that, did you really think I wouldn’t find out?”

She waits a few seconds to make sure he’s really done, and then she’s glowering right back. Its heat is nothing compared to his, but it might be enough to sear a leaf or something. “I didn’t ‘send them’ to do anything. I didn’t even know they did anything until now. I’ve been busy with study groups. Ever since that day in class where you told me off, I’ve left her alone. Sure, my friends wanted me to get back at her, but I’m not dumb enough to go up against you.”

She’s not just saying that either. She doesn’t think he’d hurt her, not really, he’s still a gentleman, more or less, but he does have influence of his own, being one of the top dancers in the school and mostly well-liked for being such a loner. He could still get her punished, maybe even get the headmaster to call her parents, and they wouldn’t take this lightly. They only let her go here because she convinced them it would be best for her ballet career. She can’t afford to be that stupid. “If they bullied her and hurt her, I’m sorry. I’ll talk to them. But I had nothing to do with it.”

Fakir isn’t sure he should believe her, but he doesn’t get the feeling she’s lying either. Sure, she’s a little nervous, but not enough for a liar. She’s less combative and sassy than usual, which does confuse him, though. Maybe after their little tussle in class the other day, Cat-sensei chewed her out and threatened her with disciplinary action or something. He searches her face, but the feeling he gets doesn’t change. Finally, he sighs. “All right. I believe you. But I want you to know that I reported your friends to the school’s disciplinary officials, and if they keep it up, I will go to the headmaster.”

He starts walking back the way he came, but stops at her shoulder. “Thank you for keeping your word.” Then, lower, more warning, right beside her ear, “But I would tread lightly from now on. All of you. Ahiru Arima is off limits.” A heartbeat. “Remember that.”

With that, he continues on his way. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I promised Ahiru some practice.”

[deepweboutlxws]

Indefinite Hiatus Notice

I’ve been wanting to put this post off for as long as I possibly could, but due to recent events, I really don’t have a choice anymore.This account will be on hiatus, and I don’t know how long that hiatus is going to be. This hiatus is also extended to all of my other accounts, including @modern-mythos-rp , @project-foundation-rp , @mr-and-mrs-rational , and even my personal, @oppyrational . Being me, you know I don’t like leaving you guys any news without a full explanation. You guys deserve to know what’s going on as my followers and as my friends. But I’m letting you know that below this cut, there’s going to be a long explanation about me and about a lot of personal things. Some of this content may be really sensitive or potentially triggering, so if you don’t want to read it, that’s fine. I’ll understand, but you guys deserve an explanation. I am in no way asking for pity, sympathy, or anything like that. I only want to convey to you guys, what’s happening.

For personal reasons regarding my safety, I go by either Oppy or V, online. I’ve said before that this is because I have people that look for me online with actively harmful intent. Including my own family. A lot of you know me as someone who does their best to help others and make people happy. I love art, I love writing, I love meeting new people, discussing things, and interacting with others, even if I am a bit shy about it all. But offline, I live in fear. And I don’t mean to exaggerate, but I live feeling like I’m under a dictatorship. I live in an abusive household. There’s no way to sugarcoat it, and I’m not going to beat around the bush. 

My father is a 71-year-old former Vietnam War vet. He’s made up for what he was forced to wrongly do and wrongly believe and made amends. It’s not him, I’m worried about. It’s my mother. Since the day I was born, my mother has despised me. I’m convinced she didn’t even want me. Ever since she managed to take custody of me again when I was 12, she has done nothing by beat me, insult me, demean me, humiliate me, and use me. If I ever needed help, she was never there, and she made it so my father rarely was. She cut off communication with the only family that actively was supporting me. She refused to listen to me when I told her I was struggling. If there was ever an intense workload in the house, it was completely my responsibility to do. If something isn’t done, it’s my fault, even if it wasn’t my job to do. If something goes wrong, it’s because of me. She quite literally took my childhood from me, by abandoning me when I was young and forcing me to be stuck in the horrific loop that is the adoptive care system. I’m in my senior year of high school, I’m almost 18, and I’m still treated like I’m nothing more than a slave child. If I try to stand up to her, she’ll use any card she has against me. Her Catholic faith in “always loving your parents”, the threat to lock me away from everyone, the “my house my rules” card. It’s almost as bad as her treatment of me directly. 

She refuses to believe that there’s something wrong with me. I was medically diagnosed with schizophrenia and told that medication was ineffective after it almost comatosed me, but she didn’t want to hear a word of it. She didn’t accept me when I came out to her, she constantly pokes fun at my physical appearance without even letting me try to do something as simple as cut my hair, and at times she coddles me, while at others, she tortures me. My achievements and my passions mean nothing to her, but if I so much as drop below a 90%, she holds it above and threatens to isolate me from the only people that care about me. I remember my first year of high school, I failed my first semester of geometry. I begged for a tutor or to go virtual, but she dismissed it, saying it was a lack of effort on my part, and punished me for it. She knew I struggle immensely with math. The end of the year came, and had it not been for my teacher and guidance counselor intervening, I would have failed completely. There were many times where I was punished with a lack of food for days. It threw off my schedule so much that even now, I found myself struggling to wake up with an appetite. This was particularly during middle and early high school, and it even manifested with me self-harming. It was a habit I dropped quickly after realizing it didn’t help. I was never diagnosed, but I felt at this point I was beginning to develop anxiety or depression, and it only got worse when my hallucinations became vivid and powerful over me. I began having suicidal thoughts and even attempted to kill myself several times throughout middle and high school. She threatened me with taking my phone and looking through it. It terrified me, knowing full well that she would have access to all of my private conversations, and I knew if she saw me venting to my friends and not her, it would be hell. I’d never been fond of resetting my phones, but she left me no choice. She had periods where she would smother and spoil me, and I thought things would change for the better, but I was wrong. And not a day goes by that she doesn’t hold her “gifts” over me like a debt.

Tonight, it’s all escalated. Tonight, she asked me what social media I had. I was an idiot for thinking maybe she’d respect that I’d grown up and was more responsible now. I was wrong. The second I mentioned Tumblr, she went off on me. She ranted how dangerous it was and how I was still and naive child who shouldn’t have it, refusing to listen to me when I said I managed my accounts specifically to avoid seeing awful content or talking to human traffickers/predators, and used it mostly for art, writing, and talking with friends. She used every card she had, “mother/police know best”, “my house my rules”, “I told you could never have it”. She even used my past (from when I was 13 nonetheless) and acted as though I wasn’t a completely different person from four years ago. She threatened to go through and deactivate my phone, to kick me out, to harm me physically or have me taken to jail, to euthanize my dog, to kill my turtle, tell my friends to stop talking to me. I knew most of it was bluffing, but the idea of her disconnecting me from all of my friends or beating me was a threat I knew all too well was real. She left, and now the mere sound of her footsteps has my anxiety through the roof. She’s planning on going through my phone and setting parental controls on it, so she can have more control over me than ever before, and monitor my every move. 

To say I’m paranoid is an understatement. I live in fear, I live under a dictator in my own home. I know there’s no other way to say it. I know this abuse. And I know there’s nowhere I can go. She’s watching everything I do now. She’s listening to every word. I know that I won’t be able to feel safe using open social media sites like Tumblr for a long time. But I’ve found a loophole I can use. I’m going to use the hotspot on my phone to power my old tablet after I’ve reset it. Tumblr and most of my other social media is unavailable on it due to iOS updates on limited hardware, but I’ll still have my Discord. If you would like to try and keep in contact with me, I have a server available in my links, or you can contact me privately. The server link is https://discord.gg/AzMV9u . My current username is Tank Paladin#0564. I’ll be available for chats and for roleplays and plotting on there only until this hiatus is off. I don’t know for sure how long I’ll be in stealth mode, my approximate guess is a year but I’m really praying it’ll be less than that. If you would rather not join the server, that’s okay, I completely understand.

I thank you all in advance for the love and support you have shown me thus far. I’ve had a lot of fun on here with all of you, and I hope I’ll get to see all of you when I get back one day. Stay safe and take care of yourselves. - V

[sardonicnihilism]

A Biography of the Woman Who Never Was

Part 3 The Young Adult

Chapter 1

Shannon sat across from the counselor and looked at her blankly. She was smartly dressed in an outfit that was too professional to be casual and too casual to be professional. Her hair was long and black, with streaks of silver, tied into a smart bun. Her glasses hung around her neck. She had small, gold plated, earrings but no other jewelry except her wedding ring. She wore just enough makeup to be noticeable but not so much it made her look cheap or gaudy. She was basically white bread made flesh.

"Hello Shannon," she said in the dry, emotionless tone you would have suspected, "what do you want to talk about? "

"Aren't you supposed to ask me about my childhood?" Shannon asked back sarcastically. "That is how this whole thing works right?"

"It can." The counselor's tone never changed, nor did her blank expression. "I have been filled in with a lot of your information from your mother. Your going on sixteen, smart student, good grades, attends church regularly, had issues with the law, you cut yourself, sexually assaulted as a small child, "

"OK, fine. Enough," Shannon cut her off. She squirmed in her chair with embarrassment and shame.

"Alright. So, as I asked before, what do you want to talk about?" Stacy coolie replied.

"Sure, alright. I'll talk. I started cutting myself because I thought it was better than cutting up the local animals like I was. I've tortured and mutilated countless of cats, squirrels, birds, bugs. I enjoyed it. The more I could make them scream in pain, the better I felt. It just got too hard to hide the bodies," Shannon said as nonchalantly as she could. She studied Stacy's face but it remained unmoved.

"Do you derive a sexual gratification from this?"

Shannon began to squirm again. She hated talking about sex and dating with other people. Even though Stacy was a counselor, she was a counselor with the church and she couldn't risk it. She would eventually come to see the absurdity of freely talking about killing animals but balking at discussing sex.

"No!" She answered sharply. She squirmed a bit more before going on. "I hurt. All the time. I feel nothing but rage and sadness. Hurting, killing those animals allowed me to get some of that out of me. It was like a relief valve that I opened up.

"After a while, I couldn't do it anymore. I saw in what I was doing to them as bad as what the world was doing to me. Instead of feeling release, I felt worse. I felt like I needed to be punished.

*I started out punching myself on the thighs. The bruises were naturally hid. The cutting came later. I found when I hurt myself, some of the emotional pain went away. So that became my new release."

"And why do you think that is?"

"I guess because it makes the emotional stuff physical and physical wounds heal?"

For the first time Stacy showed a reaction, her eyebrow slightly lifted. "That's very insightful Shannon. Not many adults have that level of self awareness."

Shannon shrugged. "Knowing doesn't help me not do it. Just like being fat doesn't keep me from over eating. I'm just doomed I guess. Or maybe God is testing me. Maybe he's punishing me, or getting me ready for greatness. Refining me in fire."

"So you believe in God?"

This question really took Shannon aback. Stacy not only worked for the church but was the wife of the pastor's son. Maybe this was a test she thought.

"Yeah! Don't you?"

Stacy's face cracked just a little again. For the first time, she looked to be the uncomfortable one. It was only for a microsecond though.

"No. I don't. Not in the Abrahamic one at least."

Shannon was stunned. How could she say that? "Wait. You're, "

"The pastor's son's wife. I know. I love my husband but that doesn't mean I share his beliefs."

"So why work for a church?"

"I want to help people. While not as lucrative as a private practice, it's far more affordable to my clients. That's why."

"Oh," was all Shannon could say. She felt as though the veil of reality itself had been torn asunder and she was now seeing things no one was meant to see.

"Are ok with that?"

Shannon simply replied, "I don't think my approval matters."

"I'm not asking for approval, I just want to know if you'll be comfortable with me as a non Christian. "

"Yeah, sure, of course."

"Do you have any likes? - any hobbies?" Stacy had fully pivoted back with no effort.

"I like horror and monsters. Heavy metal as well. I want to be either a writer or a musician when I grow up." Shannon felt too off guard still to put up her walls again.

"Do you play an instrument?"

"Not yet. My mom said she might try to get my a drum set for my birthday. But money's tight. My," Shannon paused, looking both confused and frightened, "a relative, my mom's sister, Kathy, said she would help pay for it."

Stacy made a note of some kind before continuing with her questions. "That sounds good. What about writing? Do you have any stories written?"

"A few. I draw a lot too." Shannon bent down and took a notebook from her back pack and gave it to Stacy.

Inside was drawing after drawing of monsters and demons. Some were quite pedestrian looking, but some were truly misshapen abominations with impossible anatomies. One Drawing was of a creature with three legs, two dedicated heads, a face on its front or middle leg, one arm, and wings. This was labeled *Darkness*. Another looked like a cross between a dragon and a fish labeled *Dagon*.

"Oh, you read Lovecraft I see," Stacy said as she turned the notebook around so Shannon could see what picture she was looking at.

"Who?" Shannon asked confused.

"Dagon. You drew him. From the Cthuhlu Mythos by H.P. Lovecraft."

"I thought Cthuhlu was from a Metallica song?" Shannon responded, still confused.

"You said you were in to horror right?" Now Stacy was becoming confused.

"Sure. Stephen King, Dean R. Koontz, Freddy, Jason. I never heard of Lovecraft before. And he's not Day-gon but Dag-gon. Short A sound, not long." She said while pointing at the picture. "He sort of looked like a dragon but not quite, so when I named him, I just dropped the R from dragon to make Dagon." Shannon was quite pleased now with her linguistic whit.

"Amazing. Well, Lovecraft wrote about creatures who looked like your drawings here. Including a story called *Dagon*. You might want to check him out." Stacy then thought for a moment and asked, "Are you racist?"

Shannon was legitimately offended. "Fuck no! I hate racists!"

"In that case, you might not want to read his work after all."

For the rest of the session they talked about horror books and films. Shannon knew Stacy was just trying to win her trust, but it felt nice just to talk to anyone about things she liked. She was also now bound and determined to read Lovecraft.

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Scary Games to Play on Xbox One This Halloween

So, you drew the brief straw and bought positioned on sweet obligation, leaving you at residence ready for trick-or-treaters to reach on the lookout for a candy deal with — what an ideal time so that you can go to a few of our favourite and scariest video games to play on Xbox One! From survival horror to post-apocalyptic wastelands, there’s just a little one thing for each horror fan to be discovered under, lots of which can be found on Xbox Sport Move and assist Backward Compatibility. Now shut off the lights, flip up the amount, and set out on a spooky journey… in the event you dare! Shortly, earlier than the subsequent spherical of tricksters arrive in your doorstep.

Resident Evil 7: biohazard (Xbox One X Enhanced)

The latest entry within the Resident Evil franchise delivers not solely one of the realistic-looking chapters, however ranges up from its leap scares and campiness to downright horrific and terrifying encounters with the residents of the Baker mansion. As Ethan Winters, you’ll enter the creepy property in search of solutions to the disappearance of your spouse, solely to return face-to-face with essentially the most vile and ruthless household molded after these present in horror movie classics like “The Hills Have Eyes” and “The Texas Chainsaw Bloodbath.” Their antics and conduct will all make sense ultimately, in addition to the overarching connections to the RE franchise itself as soon as the credit begin to roll after this hellish journey. – Mike Nelson

Little Nightmares

If you happen to scare your self with how a lot you’re keen on Limbo-likes, Little Nightmares is the stuff of screams. As a toddler captured on an enormous ship and doomed to turn into delicacies for its grotesque clientele, you run – normally from left to proper, however extra usually from upsetting monsters that leapt out of Tim Burton’s nightmares after he fell asleep watching Swedish marionette theater (once more). This creepy enterprise by way of creaky crawl areas proves as soon as extra that the most effective horror comes from a easy premise, like: “What if cruises had been even worse and there have been cannibals?” – Ludwig Kietzmann

Slender: The Arrival

If being stalked by a creepy monster in the midst of the woods with nothing however a flashlight and camcorder wasn’t terrifying sufficient in Slender: The Eight Pages, simply wait till you strive Slender: The Arrival. With a brand new storyline and improved visuals, the official online game adaptation of Slender Man takes survival horror to a brand new stage. Like the unique recreation, Slender: The Arrival begins with one easy mission: Acquire all of the lacking pages with out getting caught. However every web page collected solely ratchets up the issue, finally making Slender Man practically not possible to flee. – Lisa Eadicicco

Useless House (Backward Appropriate)

All of it begins with a misery name. Whereas Useless House takes its sci-fi cred critically – the hero is known as Isaac Clark – rigidity and leap scares rule the day as you slowly discover the deserted mining spacecraft USG Ishimura. Thought that hallway was clear? Not anymore! However Useless House’s intriguing, slowly unfurling a backstory retains driving you ahead by way of a sequence of unlucky and horrifying, even grotesque occasions. Whether or not you favor the tense and atmospheric unique, the extra bombastic Useless House 2, or the expansive Useless House three, all can be found on Xbox One through Backwards Compatibility and included within the EA Entry vault. – Jeff Rubenstein

Among the many Sleep

Once you’re a toddler, the world feels prefer it’s continually in one among two states: both every thing is superb or every thing is terrifying. In Krillbite Studio’s Among the many Sleep, the main focus is firmly on the latter, presenting a world that’s directly acquainted and hauntingly nightmarish. Accompanied solely by a stuffed bear named Teddy (which emits mild into the murky setting if you hug it), you play a toddler that’s navigating his home in quest of his mom. Issues aren’t at all times as they appear although, with every setting feeling increasingly more indifferent from actuality. Ultimately, Among the many Sleep is much less a horror recreation and extra a rumination on the challenges of life, however that doesn’t make it any much less scary. – Will Tuttle

The Evil Inside 2 (Xbox One X Enhanced)

Issues are going actually badly for Sebastian Castellanos, and never simply because his dad and mom named him after a designer champagne label. In The Evil Inside 2, he willingly re-enters STEM, a digital world that’s identical to “The Matrix,” besides it’s a simulation derived from “Twin Peaks” and one has to decide on between the blue tablet and a cup of screaming milk. With actuality out for the rely and freaky multi-mouthed monsters all over the place, The Evil Inside 2 is a shocking, atmospheric seesaw with hold-your-breath stealth on one finish and bullet-counting battles on the opposite. How will we not have you ever with atmospheric seesaw??? – LK

Alien: Isolation

Not solely is your complete recreation dripping with authenticity, treating its supply materials with the utmost care because of unimaginable world element and sound design, but it surely additionally continues the legacy of getting a Ripley again on the middle of the Alien mythos. You play as Amanda Ripley, daughter of Ellen, desperately in search of solutions to her mom’s disappearance from the primary “Alien” movie (considerably required viewing). The thriller slowly reveals itself over time on board Sevastopol station, as soon as a extremely populated hub in deep house which has given strategy to lawlessness. Better of all is the title character who exists as an at all times studying, listening boogeyman that’s ready within the shadows so that you can give your self away. This can be a horror gaming expertise you don’t want to overlook. – MN

Oxenfree (Xbox Sport Move)

A bunch of garrulous teenagers sneak out a wooded island after darkish and uncover mysterious phenomena in a cave. What’s the worst that may occur? Properly… Oxenfree’s model of slow-building dread and X-Recordsdata-eque creepiness are the best “scary recreation” for individuals who aren’t into extra hardcore horror. Greatest performed in a single (prolonged) setting, Oxenfree is price a second playthrough (or at the very least a visit to YouTube) to see alternate endings, as issues can finish fairly in another way, for higher and for worse. Bonus: no recreation earlier than (or since) has nailed the movement of pure dialog higher than Oxenfree, all of the extra cause I’m trying ahead to Evening Faculty Studio’s subsequent title, Afterparty. – JR

Resident Evil four

What hasn’t already been stated about this Shinji Mikami basic? Unfaithful issues, in all probability: Like the way it lures you in with a household barbeque, nestled in a humble Spanish villa. There’s an intimate meet-and-greet with everybody on the native church. The townsfolk don’t even like chainsaws and their pitchforks are purely meant for stabbing … wily produce! You catch a whopper of a fish, dispense some headache reduction and assist a person good his intense Wolverine cosplay. There aren’t any decapitations in any respect and each time somebody screams in regards to the “Los Plagas,” they’re making a spirited suggestion about that new dental clinic. – LK

Friday the 13th: The Sport

Ch-ch-ch-ah-ah-ah, ch-ch-ch-ah-ah-ah. If you happen to acknowledge that music, there’s a great probability you spent a while within the 80s and 90s peeking by way of your fingers as serial killer and hockey masks fanatic Jason Vorhees hunted down nubile camp counselors within the woods round Camp Crystal Lake (and, in a single case, outer house?!?). In 2017, developer IllFonic gave gamers the possibility to step into Jason’s boots, in addition to these of his prey, with the discharge of Friday the 13th: The Sport. This asymmetrical multiplayer title discovered one participant (as Jason) looking down as much as seven others in a gory model of hide-and-seek, with the advisors in a position to work collectively in an effort to beat Jason’s otherworldly looking powers. That includes dozens of memorably over-the-top kill animations by grasp particular results artist Tom Savini, Friday the 13th: The Sport may really be higher than a number of the films (we’re taking a look at you, “Jason Goes to Hell”). – WT

Layers of Concern (Xbox Sport Move)

Because the online game equal of a portrait with eyes that observe you across the room, Layers of Concern has, effectively, precisely that. It makes you witness to the whole meltdown of a superb painter, crushed by a stroke of tragic luck, left unable to discern between occasions on the canvas and people in his head. If you happen to hate doorways disappearing and rooms respiratory and rearranging themselves in upsetting methods, you must play this – and perhaps contemplate shifting out of your clearly haunted home. Plus: As a scary recreation sans fight, Layers of Concern makes for a great palette cleanser. – LK

Left four Useless (Xbox One X Enhanced / Backward Appropriate)

This practically decade-old co-op zombie shooter is all about working together with your crew to beat swarms of the Contaminated – as a result of surviving the zombie apocalypse is not any enjoyable alone. Seize your shotgun and prepare to mow down the subsequent mob of frenzied mutants earlier than it’s too late. Simply you’ll want to be careful for these Boomers and their zombie-luring bile. And even higher, this Halloween you’ll be capable to fend off the hordes with an unprecedented stage of element now that Left four Useless is Xbox One X enhanced. – LE

Soma

It doesn’t take lengthy in your time in Soma so that you can notice that navigating your method by way of an deserted and slowly crumbling underwater analysis station is the least of your considerations. It’s the mysterious and creepy machine inhabitants who stalk you thru the hallways when you search to grasp how you bought right here and what you might be. And why do all of the machines assume they’re individuals? With an exquisite sci-fi bend on the fears of merging humanity with expertise, Soma just isn’t solely one of many creepier video games you possibly can play, but in addition one of many smartest with some nice philosophical factors to ponder with an ending that may go away you speechless. – MN

Condemned: Prison Origins (Backward Appropriate)

There was a time in my life once I trusted mannequins. That each one modified with the 2005 launch of Monolith’s Condemned: Prison Origins for Xbox 360. In a recreation crammed with memorable setpieces, none was extra terrifying than the deserted division retailer crammed with mannequins in varied states of undress (and dismemberment). As you progress by way of the extent, beating the sport’s deranged derelicts in a visceral first-person perspective with no matter melee weapons you could find, you’ll discover rooms filled with deserted mannequins. All’s effectively and good (effectively, pretty much as good as it may be if you’re preventing to remain alive and clear up the thriller of who’s pinning murders on you) till you discover one thing out of the nook of your eye: did that model simply transfer? I actually don’t assume I’ve ever screamed as loud as I did the primary time one lastly lunged at me. – WT

Metro 2033 Redux (Xbox Sport Move)

Not solely an incredible technical achievement on the time of its unique launch, giving players one of the distinctive and atmospheric settings in gaming, Metro 2033 launched us to an epic post-apocalyptic journey that mixes equal components of stealth, survival horror, and first-person shooter fight. Oh, and a solid of darkish characters and a well-paced story that retains you shifting by way of the chilly metro tunnels of Moscow in a bleak, miserable future. The Redux model cleans up the unique launch and enhances the graphics for the present gen, making it the quintessential model to play. – MN

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i have an AO3 now!! so i'll be crosslisting my fics on there ase well under the same username :) toomanybandstocare

[toomanybandstocare]

HAHA you nerds now you get see my anime rot and deal with it. all the atuff i reblogged are easily the fics that live rent free in my mind and i have reread for months.

anyways i’ll hopefully post something of my own this coming week. but it depends on holiday, internship on board, grad app, and my last days at the restaurant. i am tired and in pain :)

[toomanybandstocare]

before i start posting back on here, i just wanted to clarify something.

i'm starting to use " 'em " in my work to refer to the reader when the sentence structure and message work better with a pronoun. i'm trying it out as a way to slight make it inclusive to as many readers as i can, but also ensure i'm not writing vague or confusing sentences.

so for my work at the moment, if at any point the reader is being referred to as " 'em " it doesn't refer to what pronouns the reader uses or how they identify. i want that to still belong to you, the actual reader. but sometimes it makes more sense writing wise and structure wise to use a pronoun to refer to the reader character.

[toomanybandstocare]

okay- that last ask answer was alot. i think? i dont want anyone to think that im upset with them for enjoying that series or asking about it. literally the furthest feeling from that.

i have a lot of conflicting feelings about how i was left feeling when i decided to expand what i was writing and that bubbled over tonight since it weighed heavily on my mind lately. i have thought about the series in the past couple of weeks and what adventures the steve/reader duo get up to, but that’s about it.

idk i don’t want anyone to get their hopes up for a new part but at the same time i want to talk to people about the series and my writing in general again

[toomanybandstocare]

Is there another part after “love is a battlefield” eddie fanfic

this is the Heartbreaker series link & this is my Stranger Things masterlist

here is my feelings about the series with regards to writing an epilogue for closure

here is my current feelings about the whole situation:

i am so grateful and happy that this series, especially the first part, has touched and resonated with so many people

however, it does at times feel as if my blog is filled with ghosts just lingering in the hopes that i will post more from this series and it hurts to think about and i do recognize that could be my cynical thinking butting its head and that possibly my works just show up on people's dashes when they aren't online

i want to grow as a creative writer once more and it just seems as if i cannot escape this series and i don't want to be limited to one fandom or character

as much as i did enjoy this series and look back fondly on it (rarely though) it does feel like i was milked for my ideas and left alone when it was no longer popular

i want to engage and talk with people about fandoms i'm in but just doesnt seem to happen unless its with this series and im kind of bummed about it

im also a post college graduate who is just healing from burnout and looking for a full time job while also getting ready to apply to grad school, so i am very tired and writing takes a lot of time out of my day to get it where i am happy with it and to where i feel like i can share it with others since that in itself terrifies me

so i am glad that you either enjoyed the final part to the series or enjoyed the series as a whole, but Love is a Battelfield is the final part to the Heartbreaker Series. i will not promise to writing more in this series, because i wanted to end it with how in life you sometimes don't get closure. i also wanted the reader and steve to have one of those platonic friendships that are so close and loving that people can't tell if they're dating or not. so closure with either boys is not the focus of the series.

i am MORE that happy to talk to people about the series, either how i wrote it or headcanons about the series or about the character's relationships/characterizations, but i will not promise to write more of the series. if people request for another part, i will probably say no and direct them to the previous ask and this one as to why. i want to grow as a creative writer again and this series holds a lot of heavy and conflicting emotions for me that i do not want to revisit to write another part to the series.

i know you probably didn't expect this essay/ramble or amount of emotion, but this has been weighing heavily on my mind lately and i needed to let it out. i am not upset with you and i want to make that clear. again, i am so happy and grateful that you enjoyed my work. feel free to engage with the series with comments or reblogs as well as my other work! that would make my day :) i love chatting to people and seeing what they thought of my work- that's why i share it on here. feel free to send in requests if you want as i am always open to writing more. i hope you have a lovely day/evening/timezone <3

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if anyone has any ideas or requests, feel free to drop by my ask box! i'm open for requests, and also to just chat and hang out! i'd love to get to know more campers at camp halfwit :)

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so im working on the next part of tainted love- i think it'll be out tomorrow night or possibly monday at the latest. its a three day weekend here so i still count monday as a part of this week so

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i'm having a not so fun afternoon with bad news

so...time to take it out on the argyle series hehe

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for any campers who are just wandering around Camp Halfwit from the Heartbreaker series...stay tuned for another side of the story dropping tonight

it's not an epilogue, but it's an important perspective