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Portrait of my bro, she lives in a nachos~
We're taking part in a small fanart collab competition and this was a bonus round prompt ^u^
#all of my friends joined and i wasn't about to miss out on the fun ;P#also lets me bother my sister for art!! and we can hang out drawing!!! which i love very much!!!#im yet to get us a lineart for the actual piece but the concept we worked out is solid and im excited to see where it goes ;P#and if we fail early it will be one less deadline this month so no matter what happens im happy xD#my art#portrait#digial art#drawing#doodle#crystal collab#competition#art competition#csp#clip studio paint#my broether#triangle is a reference to her old username#ninjacheese#post preview messes up the transparency but its not that messy if you click on it! c:#im really happy with this one c:
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A shiver goes up your spine as a feeling of dread envelops you. The time for spirits is at hand, which means that it's time for a Hecata family reunion! Noa Hidalgo and Nythanel Loken-Hidalgo along with their beloved coterie bid you welcome to their manor for a festive Halloween get together! Please give your love to Crystal the Nagaraja, Bravo the Tzimisce, and Cori - a vulture with more understanding in their eyes than many animals should have.
It's time for another Vampire the Masquerade community collaboration! Please please please draw your Hecata clan characters alongside ours (these characters belong to me and @thesixthplaneteer) so that the family can have a big portrait at the end of the evening!
Like the other collaborations, I will take all submissions at the deadline and smush them all into one final collab piece - the deadline will be October 30th!! (A Wednesday!) I tried to answer how to submit here in case you were curious! It would be great for you to post a PNG of your character beneath a cut when you reblog the piece just for easier management!
(For reference, Crystal is 5'5" and Bravo is 6 foot!)
IF YOU WANT TO DRAW AND FEEL LIKE YOU CANNOT DRAW DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT VOICE THAT IS THE DEVIL DECEIVING YOU! Please draw your OC next to them if you want to I would cry and love to see it!
#vtm collab#hecata#vampire the masquerade#world of darkness#vtm#vtm community#vtm oc#my art#vtm art collaboration#giovanni#nagaraja#vamily#noa#nyth#crystal#bravo
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Jentle Salon by Gentle Monster X Jennie ⋆ ˚。⋆౨ৎ˚
#jentle salon#gentle monster#jennie#jennie ruby jane#petra collins#frothing at the mouth#blackpink#black pink#kpop#glasses#office siren#pink#pink aesthetic#pinkcore#crystals#crystal embellished#bows#earrings#pink accessories#pearls#pink pearls#collaboration#collab#iconic
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Ant Mines Bug Fables OC Collab [4/26]
Background - @motheatencrow
Character Credits:
Juste - @czalserafino
Neetze - Uchudishe
Garica - @trapitorag
Rowani - @patchworkmelody
Derek - @othermario
Nettle - @bubblegumballart
Franz - @cordycepsbian
Abielle & Sarge - Moijigi
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The memories of Edwin Payne
(Or an interactive fanfiction)
Note: I had the headcanon that Edwin‘s notebook contains all his personal writing including the writings from his life as an Edwardian boy. So I wrote those entries in his notebook. Now this book is obviously all of Edwin‘s personal thoughts and I thought it would be fun to do a collaboration. So if you are a writer yourself or creative in any other way, feel free to use this entries as a starting point for another fanfiction. For example Charles finding the notebook and reading it or Crystal reading it or anything else. The only rule that I set is that you clearly mark my text and tag me, because first of all it was a lot of effort to write it and secondly I want to see what cool things you came up with. And if you don’t want to creatively interact with this fanfiction, then you can obviously just enjoy it by reading it.
Summary: Edwin Payne‘s most treasured item is his notebook, because it contains so much private information that no one else knows about him. Not even Charles. Including the struggles of a posh, gay, autistic Edwardian boy and his times before hell, in hell and shortly after hell.
Triggers: bullying, implied suicide, dolls
Shipping: Payneland, but you could also include other shipping in your part
The song that I thought of while writing:
One of Edwin’s most treasured objects was definitely his notebook. He had it all the time and he used it for every case they had. It meant a lot to him, since it was with him when he died. It was with him in hell and it was with him in his detective career. The reason why he never gave it to anyone, not even Charles, was that it had been with him even as a child. Well, back then he had several notebooks, but as he died every personal writing of his got transferred into it. The notebook always had enough pages and was still not getting thicker and his pen was always full of ink. And still even though it contained so many different notes, Edwin navigated through it without any problems. It was his own writing after all. His family sigil was carved into the black front cover and the word ‘Payne’ was written underneath it.
If anyone would open it and tried to start from the beginning, he would be greeted with Edwin’s signature under the printed words. ‘Family member:’ After that the handwriting would be harder to read. Scribbly, crossed out spelling mistakes and spilled ink from a little boy, who was writing for the first time. If you manage to identify the words it would read:
1905
Greetings,
my name is Edwin Payne. I am the only child of the family Payne. My father says, that mother wanted more children, but just failed every other time. You probably have heard about my family’s name. The family with the best lawyers of England. When I’m grown up, I will be a lawyer too. Lawyers are like detectives says my father. I like that. I like detectives.
My nanny told me to interact more with others. Why would I need to talk if there is no one to talk to anyways? My parents are often absent and my nanny is just not understanding me. My father says that I am too slow for my age. My motion skills too clumsy. My spoken words only contain information from detective books and I cannot properly respond to people yet. I know a lot of novels by heart though. Others just don’t seem to like talking about crimes as much as I do. Father sometimes lets me have a look in his older cases. They are interesting.
We visited a doctor again today, because of my slow development. We visit him quite often. Actually since I can remember. I don’t feel sick. He says there is nothing wrong with me. Still I know that something is wrong. I overreacted at loud noises. A lot of things stress me out.
1906
I haven’t writing about Cordelia Primrose Surname-von-Hovercraft. She is annoying, loud and a restless soul. She runs around the house and breaks rules just to get the attention. She is a bit younger than me, but that doesn’t justify her actions. I don’t like her. Although sometimes she be helpful. Like the time she stole the biscuit jar and gave me one of the special biscuits. They had to expel one of her nannies for this. But Cordelia had plenty nannies anyways. No one stays long with her. I had my nanny since I was born. I don’t like changes. Cordelia sometimes scares me with ghost stories. She says she would see them and that my fortune says that I will die a painful and early death. I don’t believe in this unscientific nonsense.
I take piano lessons now. It’s is fun. My mother seems to enjoy it. It is somehow the only way to get her attention for me.
Additionally to my regular private lessons I go to school now. Simon obviously needs to be in my class as well. I don’t like him. He bores me and he is too clingy. And sometimes he says mean things to me.
I had an outburst in class. Everything was just so loud and I was frustrated. The teacher hit my finger with the ruler and send me in the naughty corner. I don’t see why I get punished, when the other boys are clearly the distraction. Overall I am a good student. So it will probably not affect my grades.
My favorite subject is Latin and literature. I love books and translating old languages. It is like solving a code or a riddle. I don’t like maths, since it is all just numbers and no words.
1907
I had another outburst in class after Simon tried to touch me. He kept tapping my arm and I don’t like that. The teacher called a nurse, but I was too overwhelmed to respond to any of her questions to my health. I wanted to go home and I told her that again and again, but she didn’t understand. They called a priest. He said something in Latin. I think, it must have been biblical words. I tried to focus on translating them, but there was so much panic around me that I barely focused on anything. But I managed to calm myself after what felt like hours due to exhaustion.
My parents had a talk with the priest. He says that I am possessed by a demon. So now he straps me to a table and mumbled something in Latin again and again once a month or whatever I have an outburst. The robes around my wrist hurt. I am afraid. It is scary to know that there is something inside of me.
1908
I hate being possessed. Although I start to doubt that I have been in the first place. I did some research in the library and the real demonology books aren’t describing my symptoms. Even Cordelia, who usually always tells spooky stories, agrees with me. She said, if I was possessed she would have been the first one to know. She is a mystery to me.
1909
Today I saw a nice looking man across the street. I told my nanny that he looks like a basket full of oranges. My father uses that term a lot when he talks about young women, so I thought it is just a term to use if you think someone looks nice. She gasped and hit me lightly with the newspaper. It didn’t hurt but I didn’t understand what I was doing wrong. She told me that a man cannot say that to another man. I guess the saying is reserved for women then.
1910
I started to mask my uncomfortable feelings in public. It is difficult, but it helps. My parents and the priest both think that I am healed.
1911
I got called a Mary Ann for the first time. I asked my nanny and she started to mumble to herself how she must have failed. I told her that she did a really great job, since I would consider myself very well behaved and educated. She ignored me and told me to not tell my parents. How should I tell them if they are never there in the first place?
I did some research again, which mainly was asking Simon. I know, getting down on his level is a hard sacrifice. He told me that a Mary Ann is a boy who behaves like a girl and isn’t manly enough so they love other men. I thought about that for a long time. What is it about me that makes me a Mary Ann?
The writing in the book started to get better and appeared way more elegant. You could find little drawings here and there. Edwin was quite a good and realistic artist. Drawings of flowers, buildings, his nanny, his mother or Sherlock Holmes.
1912
Mother is constantly coughing loudly. It is irritating. Not even cocaine will help. They don’t let me in her room. They fear I would catch it too. Not that I was ever close to her before.
Mother is in a special hospital now. She took the train far away in a hospital in the mountains. No one ever returns from there. I know it. Everyone does. I will not see her again.
Mother died of tuberculosis. I miss her, I guess. I don’t know what I miss. It is a change. I hate changes.
1913
Father is sending me to a boarding school for boys. He says it’s for my education. I know, he just wants to get ride of me.
I hate the new school. Simon is here and people are still calling me a Mary Ann. Simon started to join them. I guess he sees it as a new opportunity to mock me.
I take fencing lessons now. It is nice, since it is not required any sort of touch with other boys. Nothing that I can be blamed for.
1914
I found a hideout in the school attic. It is a great place to read in peace.
The world has started a war. It worries me. They tell us that we are save in the school. But in the end all you can do is pray.
I came back home on Christmas. My nanny was gone. Father said they would be no need for her any longer, since I am in school now anyway. He looked like he knew something, but wasn’t going to tell me.
1915
The next page had some blood drops on its pages.
I want to go home. I want to be back in my room with my detective books. I want to be healed from this darkness inside of me. My nose is bleeding from another attack by the other boys. They started to get more violent now. Simon isn’t joining them, but he watches.
I came home on Christmas, but it wasn’t my home anymore. Just a house. My father didn’t speak a word. I asked him, if it was about the war and he looked up towards me. I could feel his cold gaze from across the table. He took out a letter and slammed it on the table. It was from my headteacher. I was confused. I am class best and the best behaved student in class? The only reason why I get to stand in the naughty corner is if I got caught reading in my comics or books. In my defense I am usually already finished with the exercises if I read in class. What could possibly be a problem with me? The letter was about the other boys calling me Mary Ann. And that they didn’t wanted a boy like that in their school. That I should stop whatever was wrong with me. My father told me in his absent voice, that he was not having a son like that either. He had exchanged letters with the headmaster for quite some time now and I didn’t seem to get better. I asked him that I had no idea. He interrupted me as always. Told me that the only way to make me a man would be to send me to war. I started to cry and he continued holding a speech about heroism and that his generation had understood this so much better than mine. I am too young for war, he knows that too. He told me that the only thing rescuing my life is my good grades. He sees potential in me as a lawyer. He has talked to the Surnames-von-Hovercrafts they agreed that I should marry their daughter as soon as possible. I mean I knew that I would be married to Cordelia one day, but not already when I turn 16. That’s only some months away.
As the train brought me back to the boarding school and as I saw my father standing in the doorway of the house with his usual expressionless face, I knew that this was the last time I would see him and that he wished to rather have no son than me. I just knew it.
1916
Simon stole my hat. I wouldn’t mention this minor form of his bullying, if it hadn’t been a special hat. My mother and I bought it, when her disease hadn’t been noticeable. It was too large back then, but it suits me now. Or rather suited. I don’t think I will see it again as Simon comes up with the best ways to either destroy or hide it. I cried about it. Childhood is over, but honestly I don’t think it ever started in the first place at least not for me.
The numbness is spreading inside my body. I think about the military and the forced marriage daily. I am too young for this. I cannot even properly cope in a classroom. How am I supposed to cope in the war? My hands are to soft. My brain is too precious. Please, spear me. They won’t. It is just a question of time.
I went to the lake today. It is spring and still fairly cold, but I went inside non the less. It was cold. Ice cold. I went under water and yelled out some poetic nonsense. I thought about staying under water. Turning into Ophelia. But I reminded myself, that this is something a coward would do. A Mary Ann. I would proof everyone’s suspicions as correct. Scared to live. Scared to die. I got out of the water. My gaze landed on my clothes and the letter. My father had written me that the marriage would be held in some days, since I am 16 now. I ripped the paper in half and tossed it into the ocean. Letting the water destroy the writing on the paper. Of course this would make nothing undone. I would still need to marry. I would still need to go into the military. I would still need to die. I am frightened. The other boys seem unbothered. They laugh and play like the world isn’t ending around us. Well, their world is probably not ending anyways. They will live. Their parents are rich after all. They have the privilege. I would have had this privilege as well, but they took it from me by putting this name on me. I took it from myself with my impure thoughts.
Cordelia sent me a telegram that just read that I would need to be careful as death was approaching me in the worst way. I hate her for that. As if I wouldn’t know that. As if I wouldn’t know that I needed to go into the army soon. Not a single word about our forced wedding. I thought we had always agreed to both be against it. But then again she isn’t even trying to love me. Not that I would try. Not anymore. I tried when I was younger, because I was told to. But Cordelia has just no idea how to react appropriately to a gentleman. Her behavior makes it hard to believe that she is from such a high rank.
I saw Simon with a weird book today. He told me it is from his brother and that it is about demons. I told him that this was total nonsense and that he should get a grip on reality. He didn’t spoke to me again after that. Weird for someone who is as annoying as him. I am going to put my notebook in the pocket of my sleeping clothes tonight just to make sure Simon cannot steal it. I have a bad feeling in my stomach. My heart is aching for absolutely no reasons. I am afraid as I try to sleep tonight and the worst thing is that it is irrational. I am going to die alone, this is all my head produces right now.
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Now every page was covered with blood at the side of the pages and sometimes even on the writing itself. There were no drawings to be found anymore. Just drawings for the escape plan and hierarchy of hell.
I don’t know if my dates are correct. I don’t know how time works in here. I don’t even know how long I am able to write without this thing waking up. This thing with the many doll heads. This spider like creature that kills me every time I move or make a sound. I sometimes wonder what happened to the other boys.
I try to change my perspective. It is hard when you are in so much pain. My brain learned to be sharper now. I can think and act quicker. I need to see this as one of my old detective games or as the times that I had to run away from my bullies. Everything is achievable with logic. Although I would say after being in hell for such a long time that might be a delusional optimism.
1988
I think I made it out fairly well. I am still uncontrollably shaky when I hear any noises. I fear that this demon might comeback to get me. I am back in the old school attic where they strapped me down on the table and sacrificed me. I learned a lot from hell and from the books in the attic. Like the basic ghost rules or that my death and the death of my bullies were labeled an act of god. I compared hell to the war a lot. After all I would say that hell was definitely the worse death. Much longer torture than war would have been. In the war you die just one death after all. But maybe a Mary Ann like me would have ended up there anyway.
I finally was brave enough to get out of the attic. I figured out that the year is 1988 from a newspaper that one of the teachers was reading. 72 years of torture. I wonder how often I was torn apart in this time. But I shouldn’t think about that. That reminds me of the pain and of the times when I tried to count my own corpses. The school hasn’t changed a lot. The teachers are less violent, but still rather strict. They have more lower class people here now. I can see it by the ways they behave and by the clothes they wear. That is especially confusing for me. So rude, so explicit, so freely. It is not a boarding school anymore. Luckily that gives me the freedom to have my peace after dark.
I started to watch a specific boy. I am not a stalker. At least I wouldn’t use this therm for a ghost. He is just interesting for my scientific research about this time. The boy has a darker skin. Some children in this school have this skin and get picked on, but somehow he isn’t the one who gets pick on. He wears very interesting clothes. Especially the golden earring. Something I would just see a woman wear, but it fits him so much better than it could ever fit a woman. His clothing is mostly black, though I would say that the red shirt he once worn fits him best. His lips have always a smile on them and he cracks loud jokes. But I see the sadness in his eyes. I recognize my own sadness in his eyes. His name is Charles Rowland. I heard the teacher yell it at him. A little trouble maker in class. He seems to never be able to focus. Maybe he is also possessed like I was when I was a young boy. But after experiencing hell, I doubt that the priest back then had any idea what a demon was really like.
The following page is filled with a very realistic drawing of Charles, who is smiling so iconically and his eyes seem to be filled with emptiness and some smaller doodles of Charles playing Cricket or talking to others.
Charles Rowland. His name repeats itself in my brain. I am not obsessive. He is just the best way of distraction I can find in this school. Distraction from the fear of hell. The fear of death coming back for me. Analysis and observation keep me away from those horrible thoughts. I have less panicle outbursts since I started my observation of this boy. Although when I am alone at night in the school attic I often start to cry in silence and my breathing races again.
Charlie. That is what his friends call him. It doesn’t suit him. Charles is his name. Not Charlie. I don’t like his friends. They are rude. They remind me of the boys in my old life. I wonder why I like Charles then. Maybe because he points out obvious misbehavior of the group even if they mock him.
The most interesting time is when Charles thinks that he is alone. That is mostly in the dressing room, when he gets ready for Cricket. As a short notion he is a fabulous cricket player, but he always waits till the other boys have changed and are out of the room. He pretends to struggle with his shoes or shorts. Even if that sometimes means that it is getting really dark outside. His smiles fades completely then. I saw the scars on his body. I feel bad for even looking at him in that state. Seeing a boy my age without a shirt is clearly inappropriate and it triggers the Mary Ann inside of me, but sometimes my detective senses is taking over too much. Especially after I saw all the scars and bruises. You don’t need to be that clever to understand that his family probably his father beats him. Although beating may be a too mild verb for those scars. I appreciate the absence of my father when I see him. My father and teachers used to beat me as well. With a ruler or the flat hand though not as much as my classmates. And after being through hell, that all seems like nothing in comparison. But even in my time no father would have mistreated their sons like that. I speak from a higher class, maybe it had been different in the lower class, but they were happy if their sons made it through childhood without a disease or scars so they could work properly. Although maybe they did this with the child workers. Is Charles secretly a child worker? Is there still child labour? Why would someone bruise their son like that if their son could provide a great income for the family? Or how many things was Charles doing something seriously wrong?
1989
His friends talked about me last night. They had cricket practice until the sun had settled and on the way back home I heard them talking about a school ghost. The janitor must have heard my weeping last night. My hysteria yesterday was indeed a lot. Too much to handle for myself. I think I was shaking till dawn. This vivid fear must have crossed over into the living world. They told Charles, that this had scared the janitor and he quitted. Then they told him of Mary Ann who was sacrificed 1916 and killed all the boys that night. Charles questioned this logically, since it was an all boys school, so there probably was never a girl. I certainly appreciate his thinking, but this just triggered a lot in me. Being called a Mary Ann even after all this years. Being remembered only as a Mary Ann. Being blamed as the murderer. Those boys clearly had no idea of what the term Mary Ann actually meant, but it just triggered me so badly that I started to panic again. My panic must have bursted through the worlds again, because the boys suddenly turned white and ran home. Charles stayed a little longer. Looking in my direction. I know he couldn’t see me, but maybe he could sense my panic more than the other boys could. Again we are much a like if you observe closely. After this strange second of him just starting into nothing and me starting back, he ran away as well.
I need to leave this place. But I am too scared. Too scared of the outside world. Too scared of the changes.
I wanted to leave today, be brave enough. But I heard Charles ‘friends’ talking bad about him behind his back. How weird he behaved. They had no idea about his scars. Then again if I would be his friend, which is rather unlikely, I wouldn’t confront him. I know how horrible I panic if someone says the word Mary Ann, I imagine that it is a similar situation for him with his scars. I stayed. I don’t know why. Again irrational fears.
I wish I would have left. I saw Charles defending a boy who got bullied by his so called friends. I felt tears in my eyes, because this was the kind of protection I had wished for when I was alive. I definitely feel too many emotions at the moment or maybe it just feels like more emotions because I was mostly numb in hell. The younger boy could escape with only a few bruises, but his friends still were in this blood lust. In this moment of still wanting the fun even though there was nothing funny about the action in the first place. I have seen those faces before. The faces of murders who only realize their actions when it is too late. They stoned him in the cold water. The water of the lake in which I once thought about killing myself a long time ago. I wanted to help. I wanted to stop them, but I had no idea what I could do. I am too new in this ghostly body. I tried desperately, but I ended up only pausing them by holding them back for a short time. It gave Charles time to ran away to the school building. He hid in the attic. I wanted to help him. The least I could do was by giving him a light. He was in a state where a floating light probably was his least problem. It turned out that he could see me and that was the moment I knew it was too late for him anyway. It was a strange sensation to properly speak again. I had never spoken in hell and in my ghost form I had only weeped. Hearing my own voice was odd. I was shortly surprised that I still knew how to use my voice. Reading to him from one of my old comics in the attic calmed him and gave me the opportunity to adapt a bit to talking for a longer period of time. He stayed with me, which honestly stresses me out a lot. I am not made to be a friend. I have been isolated for too long to be a good friend. I have been in hell for so long that I am probably a horrible person myself. I haven’t talked in so long. I am just adapting to just have conversations, how should I teach him to be a ghost, if I haven’t figured it out myself? Even if that all would not be the case and even if we would not be from different times, still I never have been good with other people. I never had friends. The only person a bit close to me was Cordelia and she was always more a sister for me. And still he chooses a stranger his own afterlife. From my observations I would blame his intentional behavior. He sees something and does something without thinking long. Although this decision might be too big for only this explanation.
I really can’t understand why Charles is choosing me over his afterlife. I just read to him once and gave him a lantern. He barely knows me and now he follows me everywhere. I showed him some ghost tricks and somehow I can really impress him by everything I say or do. But he made me smile for the first time in my life. So I am impressed by him as well. Whenever I read in this book, I just tell him that I like to keep record of things. That I would plan were we can go next as we no longer can stay in the school and waking around without plan is never good for too long. It is partly a lie I really am making a plan. But I do this in my head rather than writing it down, but it is an excuse for not letting him see my private writing. I tell him that it is rather boring planning and he believes me. I feel bad for lying to him, but if he would know about my past he surely would leave me and I would be all alone again.
We mirror traveled together to London. Charles felt a bit sick after it. He seems to still need to adapt to his ghost body. I was a bit overwhelmed with his sudden mood shift. I have been too selfish all my life and in my death so much that I don’t know how to help. He didn’t notice or he just didn’t say anything. But we had to mirror travel, it was too dangerous in the school after Charles died. Besides Charles is a talented and athletic boy, he will get the grip of it. In addition death could have caught me in the attic. I didn’t tell him why I am on the run. Not yet. I fear that once I tell him that I was in hell, he will think I am evil. Maybe that is true. Maybe I am just doomed. I feel like it was my fault that he died. I watched him so long with this incorrect feelings of mine. Maybe this cursed him like in a Greek tragedy. For now I just want to make sure that Charles is not alone. I had been alone for too long to know how dreadful it can get and he is much more social than I am.
We visited his family in London. A real rural area. His mother was crying over the loss of her son. His father just seemed to see it as a natural thing to happen to those who aren’t careful enough. I made a mental note to haunt this man every year to Charles’ death day without telling Charles. The school, once again, swept the problem under the carpet and made it appear like an accident. How can someone possibly stone himself while being in the water and then run in an attic? No clever detective would see that as the solution. I said that out loud and it turned out that Charles and I both share a passion for detective stories. That was something to make him smile. But he started to cry again as he saw how desperate his mother and sister were. He hugged me, which was a lot. I never have been hugged before and at first it felt like this demon from hell was gripping around me again. I froze in place and pushed him away in a reflex. Charles stopped. I didn’t tell him about the hell part, but I told him that I am not used to hugs and touches in general. He took it in surprisingly well, but for his own sake I added that I might could get used to it. I hope that I am able to get used to it. Charles sees it as something that he can teach me.
It was just a matter of time till my hell trauma wouldn’t be able to keep hidden anymore. We were in an abandoned apartment, since we both are not staying out the whole night. We don’t have to sleep but it is just too awkward. He usually talks through the whole night and I like his voice even with his weird way of talking. He likes me reading to him. He even carries all my books for me. But as we explored the abandoned house, I discovered an old doll. I overreacted I know. But there was just so much panic inside of me all of the sudden. My fight or flight mood was activated again. I don’t know what Charles did. I don’t know how he managed to stop me from repeating the word ‘Please spare me. I don’t belong in hell.’ I vaguely remember his hands securely holding my head and his shining dark eyes and his calm voice, but I don’t remember his words. He was confused by my sudden changed behavior, but he tried to not show that whole calming me. Once he had calmed me, I obviously had to tell him the truth. I gave him the opportunity to leave me again, but he stayed and he understood, said that this is probably the worst thing someone could have been through. We didn’t speak the rest of the night, but we continued the next day as if nothing had happened.
It is harder to continue my writing as Charles could find out and I don’t want him to know about this. He is so lively. He is jumping and sprinting around, while telling me things and just appears from behind. I cannot risk that. We have a detective agency now. We don’t want that others have their deaths so badly twisted as ours. Another reason was that he had introduced me to a game called Clue, which is basically a detective game, and then we both came up with the idea of starting our own detective agency. He is the brawn and I am the brain. It fits perfectly. We even managed to get a abandoned flat in London. I probably have no time to continue this memoirs, but I will make sure to use my notebook as a case lock book from now own.
I will never tell him about the real meaning of the word Mary Ann. I will never tell him that I had been in the school for a whole year and not just shortly before his death. I will never tell him that I have watched and observed him. I appreciate him now too much. I don’t ever want to lose him.
After that only a whole lot of cases and notes and questions on them followed.
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'Piper finds herself in a place shrouded in darkness and secrets. The only thing she can see are the books illuminated around her by Ghostly blue light.
The book at the center taunting her with a secret beyond her grasp.'
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Chapter 8 of Storm Hawks:Fall of the Witch, Rise of the Phoenix is here!
Written by my dedicated friend @voltsparrow !
Now with artwork from me hehe
Kofi comms open!
#wary taru#my art#traditional art#collab#hand drawn#traditional illustration#illustration#storm hawks#storm hawks fanart#storm hawks piper#fanfic#fanfiction art#watercolor#crystal tryst#cyper#cyclonis x piper
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The Angel of the Day is...
Madoka Kaname
From Puella Magi Madoka☆Magica series
Requested by Anonymous
#Madoka Kaname#Puella Magi Madoka☆Magica#Angel of the Day#[Request Done]#Some Gods#Puella Magi Madoka Magica#Madoka Magica#Crystal of Reunion Collab#Magia Record#Ultimate Madoka
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me n' @jocket like small pink hair female fairy named after a thin cloth band that can also be plastic or sometimes metal, used primarily as decorative binding and tying.
yepp
made this almost 3 weeks ago
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#ribbon#kirby fanart#character art#art#art collab#fan art#kirby#kirby star allies#dream friends#kirby 64#kirby and the crystal shards#kirby 64 the crystal shards#ribbon kirby#kirby ribbon#star allies#digital fanart#digital drawing#digital art#krita art#kritadigitalart#kritaart#drawn with krita#krita#kirby characters#kirby nintendo#nintendo kirby
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The entire fnaf plot would be solved if the dead boy detective agency got involved. Just saying
#crystal would have the case in the bag#theyd probably befriend them idk#what even is this thought.#this is just my obsessions collabing#dead boy detectives#dead boy detective agency#fnaf
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The Shitennou's image song from Sailor Moon Crystal, "I'M GOING DOWN," is one I've wanted to cover for a while, but had never gotten around to it.
I knew I wouldn't be able to do all the voices here -- since I'm, well, a girl -- so I recruited the lone male myu cover artist I know of, Music of the Spheres, to collab with me on this one. He also provided the karaoke, which was very nice of him! :)
This is the first time I've used any sort of masking effect in a video. I'd seen something similar in lyric videos, and since this was my first collab where there wasn't a video available to clearly show who was singing, I decided to try it this time. It was quite a lot of work, but I like how it turned out ultimately.
Also, I kinda decided last minute that this is going to be part of a mini-series of villain songs leading into Halloween, hence why I'm posting it at this time of year!
Background/cover image from: Sailor Moon Crystal Fan Wiki Vocals: @kosmosinusa (Kunzite & Zoisite) & Me (Nephrite & Jadeite) Karaoke made by: @kosmosinusa
I DO NOT OWN SAILOR MOON OR SAILOR MOON CRYSTAL. THEY ARE OWNED BY TAKEUCHI NAOKO, TOEI ANIMATION, KODANSHA, BANDAI, AND KING RECORDS. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT IS INTENDED.
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HI3 COLLABING WITH HSR !? I NEED TO KNOW WHAT VERSION HONKAI IMMACT IS CURRENTLY IN SO THAT I CAN RETURN TO IT WHEN 7.9 LAUNCHES AND PLAY THE COLLAB !!!
#honkai impact 3rd#honkai star rail#Hoyo collabing with themselves is such memeable#Question is who is getting playable#Gonna refill those crystal by farming ER abyss and the story#I have at least 5 chapters to do#Nevers finished the one focused on Seele in part 1.5
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DUMORTIERITE 🌀 Saul (Moon) Stone + Kyanite • • • • • Collab with @kyanbluee • • • Here's the missing prize! I'll definitely be making this again, I'd forgotten how awesome it is; btw I love the other version, you should support it too (Saul "Moon" Stone ) belongs to me and (Kyanite) belongs to @kyanbluee
#steven universe#steven universe the movie#steven universe future#su#crystal gems#off colors#great diamond authority#rebecca sugar#crewniverse#digital art#draw#fanart#art of the day#artist support#artists on tumblr#db andromeda#kyanite network#saul stone#moonstone#iridescent moonstone#hybrid#kyanite#dumortierite#collab#fan fusion#su fusion
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Galantis and Michael spoke with Rolling Stone about the origins of Lighter and the collaborative process
#if you're on the fence about this song i highly recommend reading this article#it is FASCINATING and answers a lot of questions i had about the song 💙💙#5sos#5 seconds of summer#lighter#kh4f post#do i have a tag for print articles? i should if i don't - get on that past and future Crystal#anyways#I knew these types of songs originate out of writing camps so I'm not surprised to hear it was a pre-existing song in search of a collab#but i love love LOVE that 5sos came in guns ablaze with notes and instrumentation and like... collaboration#and all because they didn't know that's not how these things work 🥰🥰#it's so endearing and speaks so much to them as a creative force#and that Galantis was surprised but receptive to that is absolutely everything#also there are some GEM michael quotes in here lmao#just a 10/10 article tbqh
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what’s uppp
hiii!!
just waiting for my card to come back >_<
but besides that nothing much!! what’s happening with you boo?
#it arrives at psa tomorrow..#I’ve also been grinding crystals for akitos bday and the sanrio collab#and newyears afhdhejn there’s so much stuff
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Aye!! The Crystalized (OC Takeover) Poster is done! Thank you to all who participated :)
Lloyd- me (Jorge)
Cole - @ninjago4life
Skylor - @diisdoodles
Kai - stanthebluedude
Fugidove - @jay-cult
Nya - @marsipain
Antonia- @themaroonlightning
Ronin - @thefedoraninja
Pixal - @ninjamelissajulien
Zane - @miikichelle
Cole - @ninjago4life
Jay - @legogeek33
Overlord - @grumpy-zane
#give a this some love to all my friends who worked so hard on it#I genuinely so shocked at everyones amazing submissions#im sorry I didn’t post this sooner!#ninjago oc#ninjago#ninjago collab#ninjago fanart#ninjago crystalized
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𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔞 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔟 : 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲
atlty’s tarot readings - dm for paid readings and prices!
this is my first ever tarot reader collab with @cadecastelis !!! go check out their blog and reblog too!
choose a picture below:
pile 1, beige suit @vantaesfairie
this is my quiet, strong, dreamers pile, isn't it? if you dress or do your makeup a certain way that is kind of dark and smoky, like the aesthetic dark feminine, that is very attractive. a word of advice: up your mentality and your personal style, doesn't have to be expensive but it has to look bountiful. your love and care for a family and a 'happy ending' makes you seem secure and stable. you might be an emotional and creative person, and that's attractive as well. your quiet allure makes people interested in you, like who is this secretive person? feels like there's always a veil on you that makes people want to discover you and know you more emotionally, that's hot (im sorry about my wording but you know what i mean). this pile is very siren-like, giving me heavy mermaid dark fairy vibes.
pile 2, blue ruffly gown @vantaesfairie
your king/queen energy is strong. your leadership qualities make you alluring to a lot of people. there's something about that masculine, assured energy that shines through. you have a natural vibe of being bountiful and happy with what you have already, which makes you feel safe and confident. you also have a new love energy, your playfulness and artistic qualities make you look even better spiritually. i think that you shine the most in social events where your personality can come through. is this the extrovert pile with a hidden cute side? there's a lot of 'party' and 'manifestation' vibes coming through. your posture and way of sitting is kind of hot too. in general i feel like the most of your physical appeal is through the way you carry yourself, and your emotional appeal is your feeling of self-assertiveness, composure, and also the lighthearted and golden retriever, cute energy when you are in love. your sunshine vibes draw people in :))
pile 3, turquoise corset @cadecastelis
7W, Hermit, 10C
Already I know your ability to connect with others and yourself, knowing what you and others desire, is something that attracts people to you. You can stand your ground for what you believe in, but other feel deep down the other perspective. I think being able to fully embrace your own desires and other people's desires and to find a balance is something that people admire about you and something that will draw people in. When someone knows themself and what they want out of a relationship, its incredibly hot so dont forget to play that up. Your desire to connect while also prioritizing yourself is something others will like about you as well.
pile 4, pink chinese traditional dress, @cadecastelis
KnC, Justice, The Star
Immediately I feel a strong energy from you. If you picked this pile, it is safe to bet people are attracted to your presence in general. I feel you have a very dominant and assertive personality. You are very in touch with your emotions and someone for others to rely on as well. They consider you a beaken of hope. You're very empathic and that leads you to stick up for the underdog. Im sure you've gained a lot of simps just by being kind to others and doing what you believe is right. You might come off as aggressive at times but I think that's balanced out with your inner softness. I feel air and water signs may connect to this the most. To sum this up, your personality and assertive nature draws people too you. Flaunt your independence too, people like that.
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