#everything just feels surreal

[ryllen]

How are you feeling about Caleb's reappearance!

He literally made me went through long resources download after I went hiatus at the time dragon Sylus was dropped.

But I realize now that I want to retrieve him as a family more than a potential lover 🥲

Yes he has more contents, yes we can interact with him, but he feels sooooooooo distant than when he appeared in the main story for 2 minutes and KA-BOOM!!!! 💥💥💥🤯🤯

(Damn u PLOT!!)

I mean, MC is JUST lonely, Yes, she has 4 potential lovers, but she had only 2 family, gran & Caleb I was so happy to see her coming home to a family AND THEN IT WAS TAKEN AWAY FROM US SO FAST FHSHDSHDH I YELLEDDDD!!!!!

Him coming back like that, meaning MC gonna lose her family entirely for the second time if she doesn't accept him that way 🥲

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Also my live reaction at those moments:

[taehyunghobi]

➺ HOBI COMEBACK WEEK COUNTDOWN: D-DAY! ☀️ ^♡^

[icewindandboringhorror]

I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol

[tagerrkix]

[valoale]

JUST CAME BY TO ANNOUNCE THAT DESPITE ALL THE ODDS AND HARDSHIP DURING THE WORST YEARS OF MY LIFE THIS TWINK IS ACTUALLY GRADUATING IN MAY

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

[broodwolf221]

anyone else feel like da4 isn't coming out at the end of this month?

i don't mean literally; i know it will. i know it is. but does anyone else just feel like none of this is quite real? it's like i can't get my mind wrapped around the fact that this game i've waited a decade for is less than two weeks away

[shurisu]

How i be feeling when i talk about them

[famewolf]

I feel numb and angry and deeply, deeply sad. how can so many people be so blind and stupid and hateful? it genuinely makes me lose my trust in the people I see passing by me. and I don't want it to but so many more people came out to support such a vile excuse of a human shell. it's so hard to know that so many people picked their desire, their fleeting hope of touching power and wealth over the well being of millions. at least they will burn with us when he razes the economy

[tabithatwo]

I used to be a firm antler queen is a rotating position believer and I often thought it was the girl slated to be the next sacrifice being honored before her turn but every day I get more and more convinced that the antler queen isn’t any of them. Vanity fairs article about Jackie potentially being the antler queen started it rattling around in my brain (I don’t necessarily think it’s her or a figure of her, that theory just kicked off the concept of a Not Them antler queen). Now if you read the death and near death dreams as “it” manifesting as imitations of them, we see the wilderness guiding them where it wants them, taking sacrifices as it pleases without their input or a system to speak of. Eventually we know they do come up with their own system for the sacrifices, like they learn it’s rules enough to meet its requirements with intention or bargain with it or something along those lines. These Paul moments Ben has with the flickering, those can’t be nothing. I’m sorry but while it’s possible they’re really deep diving THAT hard into his delusions or fantasies, I find it really unlikely with the weird specifics embedded in them. Odd language, flickering tape screen, the transformation of the cabin, the way they seem to be pushing him somewhere. And he DOES keep getting framed with antlers. As has Lottie, the most obviously, and Jackie in her death dream. The framing of Lottie might not be framing her As Antler Queen, but as very intertwined with the wilderness. Ben seems to be an object of its interest too now, if we take the Paul scenes to be something more than his mind wandering. Jackie was framed with them as she took the hot chocolate (and her physical body was later integral to their survival which feels relevant to me too). With the antler queen BEING Lottie’s therapist in 2x07, I’m really starting to think it’s potentially projection of the wilderness. Like…they’re offering their sacrifice to some more literal physical projection of it somehow. Whether it’s viewed as mass hallucination or only one of them can see it and the rest play along or it’s a turn into the explicitly supernatural. I just really think these death dreams are a tangible supernatural realm, with Travis saying they could communicate with “it” when they’re near death. So maybe it comes out in other ways out there. I’m not saying I like this or hope for it or think it’s likely, because I’m not sure how I feel about it and so much is dependent on where the show goes, but it’s a possibility that went from nowhere on my radar to buzzing around my brain at warp speed, especially after 2x07. ANYWAY this is what the inside of my brain looks like at midnight after a really terrible day lol cheers to yellowjackets huperfixation taking the edge off I guess!

[springrls]

Everything's on fire and I'm so scared because if our part of the city catches on fire that's just so so many more people and I don't know where we'll go

[good-beanswrites]

I already brought this up, but for quicker reference:

Order of Attack: Mahiru nightmare sequence about Kotoko's attacks. Gotta round out the guilty trio.

Feel free to not prioritize this. :D

LISTEN, I CAN'T BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR THE ANGST THAT YOU REQUEST (<- made myself sad over Mappi and worries I may be in trouble for this one). Obligatory "I don't hate Kotoko and think she's very complex but from these character's pov I had to make her solely scary I'm sorry." And of course I was prioritizing this 👀👀👀 I really loved your nightmare sequences, I tried to make one that completed the set but was still unique!! Thank you for the request >:3

TW for referencing her bf's suicide, and descriptions of the attack injuries

“Aw, come on, you can tell me~” Yuno turned her attention away from where she’d been helping Mahiru with dinner. “Both Fuuta and Amane have had nightmares about her. Hell, I’ve had a nightmare or two about her. I won’t think you’re a mean person for admitting it.”

“I’m not lying,” Mahiru insisted. Her lips rounded into a little pout.

Yuno studied her expression. The girl had a way of really looking at someone when she wanted to. Sometimes it was a wonderful feeling – her gaze could be full of understanding, warmth. You were seen. You were heard. She saw you for all that you were. 

But in times like these, Mahiru found herself shifting under the pressure of it. Yuno was truly seeing her. She could see how Mahiru’s smile was frozen in its forced shape these past few weeks. She could see the way she flinched at loud noises, or how all the blood drained from her face when Kotoko’s voice echoed from the room next door. In waking, there was no doubt Mahiru was afraid of her. In sleep, though…

Yuno took her hands in both of hers.

“Then… what do you dream about?”

—

Mahiru was in the woods. She was running, her feet bare, her breath hitching. 

At first, she thought she was fleeing something. Danger and death loomed around her. The trees closed in. The canopy plunged her into darkness. The branches reached out to tear at her flowered dress, or snag on her hair. The trees pressed close to suffocate her. She grabbed at her throat. 

At some point, it became clear she was running towards something. A figure came into her view, just ahead. Though he didn’t appear to be running, she couldn’t catch up to him. She had to. He was in danger. She had to get to him. She had to stop him. 

He entered a clearing up ahead. Mahiru could just barely see into it. She tried to scream out, begging him to stop, but no words came out of her wheezing mouth. She could stop everything, she could stop all of this, if only –

She burst through the clearing. The figure, now a young woman, stood in the center. She faced away. 

Mahiru tried again to tell Kotoko to stop, but it didn’t matter whether or not she could speak, now; it was too late. 

On the ground below, between tree roots and scattered leaves, lay two small bodies.  

Mahiru’s hands flew to cover her mouth. Her legs grew weak with horror. There was blood everywhere, and bones bent at wrong angles. Fuuta’s limbs were twisted and limp. Amane had curled herself to cover her face, blood streaming from between her fingers.

 Kotoko, too, had red-stained hands. She surveyed her work with pride.

“What… have you done…?”

Slowly, Kotoko turned. Mahiru wanted to turn around and run before those bloodthirsty eyes could land on her. Her legs stayed frozen in place even as her heart raced in her chest. 

Kotoko met her gaze. Then, she gave a gentle smile.

“Thank you.”

Mahiru stumbled back a few steps.

“You let this happen.” 

“No…”

“You did. You could have stopped this, but you didn’t. Thank you.”

“I-I didn’t –! This isn’t – ! I thought –”

“You knew this was going to happen.” She spoke a familiar name, and Mahiru shook her head violently. “You knew what he was planning. You had plenty of chances to stop him. You didn't. You knew what I was planning. You know how to calm people down, how to bring groups together. But you didn’t speak to me once about it. You wanted this to happen.”

“I didn’t!” She said it frantically, unsure if she was trying to convince Kotoko, the two beaten prisoners, herself, or someone else. “I didn’t.” The statement was true, but it didn’t change anything that Kotoko had said.

The forest closed in. Kotoko reached a hand out, beckoning to her.

“We make a good team, don’t we?”

“No…” 

Mahiru was struck with the thought that she didn’t want to take hold of such a disgusting hand, only to glance down at her own. They were just as slick with blood. She let out a shriek.

It was Amane’s. It was Fuuta’s. It was his. 

Mahiru’s legs finally gave out on her. When she looked up, Kotoko was still smiling.

“So… who will be next?” 

��

Mahiru slipped away from Yuno’s grasp. 

“Oh, don’t you worry about little old me!” She turned back to their work. She brushed her hands off on her apron, giving them an extra swipe for good measure. “I promise, Kotoko isn’t the villain in my dreams.”

[your-mothers-wife]

Calling the aromantics and or asexuals on Tumblr, I have a question.

Has anyone else ever had that dream where you have a crush on someone and you actually FEEL something, and when you wake up you're a bit disappointed??

I've always been happy about being aro/ace. All I've ever felt was joy and the label fit me well. Everything felt like it just fell in place.

But I sometimes have dreams where I'm with this person who I barely talk/and or never talked to in my entire life, and in the dream, we know each other inside and out. I won't be doing anything strange in the dream, just talking to them, walking and talking real close to them, or holding hands, and I just remember that I had this warm feeling all over, and I just felt like, "Oh yeah, this is the person", then I wake up low-key disappointed.

I don't have a crush on any of these people or anything, hell, I had a dream like that about a dude who I absolutely despise.

Once I get my bearings, all of that fluttery feeling goes away and I'm back to being how I normally am.

I remember in one of the dreams, I just thought of this as close friendship and I just wanted to hold hands.

Would this be considered aro/ace sadness, or is this a universal thing?

[theflyingfeeling]

the love of my entire life

[rye-kin]

Idk whether to be proud of myself or concerned with just how much jnh related things I’ve hoarded these past 5 years…

[alaskan-wallflower]

sometimes i genuinely wonder why my life is falling apart like first junior year starts kicking my ass and i’m not even a month in and then my friend was potentially in a fucking drunk driving accident and for all know could be dead or at the very least injured like what in the ever loving fuck did i do to deserve this.

[ef-1]

mommy has to pull another all nighter so she can finish this horrific assignment, pls send prayers and manifestations (and asks that I'll attempt to answer during my hourly breaks)