#hh goddamit

[heclingmuzik]

"OUCH!" DID he JUST STOMP her foot? Just when she's about to reach for the collar of his shirt, Break takes steps back and he has the AUDACITY to ask her what the punch was for?!

"IF YOU were going to---No, you know what? YOU DON'T GET TO TRY AND KICK ME, OR--Or-OR STOMP ON MY FOOT, OR ASK ME 'WHAT WAS THAT FOR?'" Her voice trembles with the building emotions that threatened to spill over. She must have had enough. She was exhausted, worn down. They both were. She's sure Break wanted out of here too. She knows she wants to get as far away from this place as she can.

"YOU DIED, Break." She shoves him once, then twice, then three times, "THREE times! You had me w-watch you! AND I GOT killed because y-y-YOU couldn't TRUST the plan! You had to go and s-S-" with each word she tried to say, she chokes. She falls silent. She's trying to pull herself together, hold back the tears that already furiously trickles down her cheeks.

"Hh-Hhhgh....dammit..." Ismael lowers herself to the ground, hugging her knees close to her chest as she sobs. "We....HAVE to work together." She says through uncontrolled sobs. She reaches out and grabs his hand, squeezing tightly, "I can---I can't do this without someone...I-I-I'm NOT strong enough....so please....please....Break...I'm scared, goddamit. I'm so, so scared."

Something isn't right. Something isn't right. ISMAEL SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT. Her thought screams at her. She can hear her thought screaming so clearly it's almost as if hearing someone else right next to her telling her that something was wrong. Light brown eyes are focused on Break. The way he's moving, his grip is strong around her wrist, but not as strong as it had been. It's as if he's tightened his grip, forcibly, afraid he'd let go.

And then---

"Break! C'mon! WE gotta keep moving!"

They can't stop here, they have to keep moving, but he doesn't seem like he could move any more. "What the HELL are you talking about? I can't leave you. C'mon! Just a little further!" NOT again. She will not witness another death. Shit, the alien is coming their way again. Ismael moves in front of Break and pulls out her bow and arrow. Only this time, instead of using a regular arrow, she uses her flaming arrow.

It's quick, the way she draws the it back and releases, but it's also....It's also so fast in how it attacks with its long limbs and

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Ismael sharply exhales and turns over on her side, coughing harshly onto the cold ground. In the process of her coughing, she empties whatever she had earlier in the morning. "B-Break? Break??" She calls, almost weakly. Her voice trembles as she pushes herself up from the ground and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

there he is.

And she doesn't waste a moment. She storms toward the man and without hesitation her balled up fist connects to Break's jaw.

[bibiana112]

would LOVE to hear u talk abt ur ideas for the ib au! always loved that art but i dont know anythiiiing abt ib besides the very basics but id so incredibly love to listen what it, and in turn the au is abt!!! always open for all thoughts

Okay so Mary- the one with the yellow rose Akane is holding- is this like super lonely and isolated weird little girl that literally has a book called "how to make friends" and well spoilers that's because she's actually a painting of a girl that never existed that was the gallery artist's like idea of a perfect daughter kind of? Since the name of the gallery, the "World of ___" thing, is Kurashiki then you could really have the artist be A) Aoi which uhhh I guess and it could be that she did exist and died or B) Akane herself and have it be a thing where she painted the idealized version of her younger self that never was which I like a lot more because the artist is in fact dead and their spirit is what makes things in the game come to life and the fact he did that kind of intentionally by pouring his soul into his work and thus creates a labyrinth with death at every corner just feels very close to her envisioning and haunting them death games. Okay so, the game has the protagonist as this semi verbal too young to read properly kid named Ib that gets lost from her parents during a visit to this art exhibit so that's Quark, lost baby child that gets nightmares from the horrors™ and is in constant danger of shutting off and staying in their ideal imagining of reality instead of facing it and leaving to the real world again and ending up all alone despite that being the scariest possible fate in this game. And Junpei as Gary as in queer guy who's barely put together and a bit of a clumsy wuss that grows to support this kid that he's come across and also Mary for the duration of time where she isn't. well. Okay so there's the thing that this haunted gallery place meets with reality in a very specific way, you can enter or leave through the Figment of the World painting however.. only the same amount of people who have entered from reality can also return to it so the whole thing is that Mary wants to be real and have a friend and thus latches onto the kid her own age and decides to try and get rid of the adult that is said to remind her of the gallery's artist aka the guy who painted her aka absent father figure aka Akane in this version but then sooo... Mini Akane sees grown up Junpei and thinks of grown up Akane but would she. Would that be a negative? Would she be mad? Would she want to escape with Junpei or Quark? Which one would she try to kill? Which one would forget to take the knife away from her while she's passed out– that part is just salt I don't really know how to tackle this lol I can't imagine this Akane doing the pallet knife shtick either even if I don't have a good reason for her not to? I can very well imagine her doing the whole cute bunny sculptures being actually creepy dolls thing like instead of attacking she only does the thing of not intervening there so one of them is so scarred that they can't leave but it's mostly the gallery's will there and not her own which omg this whole line of thinking along with the Painting's Demise ending would just fit so well with a narrative of how indifferent and cruel future Akane is even to younger versions of herself... Also something I think you'd find particularly interesting is that you find Gary like an inch away from death and save him before he joins you so that could be like an inverse of their situation in canon because it'd be Quark saving him first and then depending on the ending it could either be Tenmyouji returning the favor just by being a supportive figure to lead them away from the gallery or by trading away his life for them and being sure to tell the kid he's only going to take a nap which doesn't hurt at all and you could also easily fix the weird undertones of the best possible ending by having Quark on his own in the gallery to begin with and them both making the actual decision to stick by each other once they get their memories somehow AND OMG MARY FUCKING BURNS ALIVE IN THE ENDINGS WHERE THE OTHER TWO ESCAPE TOGETHER?? SO LIKE MY GOD I don't Know if there's anything to explain there but there sure is a lot of implications.....

[annoyingrin]

Happy 10th to the worst show ever!

Thanks for reminding me sherl*lly still exist

[airship-full-of-dragons]

someone told me a while ago that Flux, being the reckless engineer he is, should get protective goggles for every single one of his eyes and honestly, I think about it often

because it’s true, he definitely should, he’s probably pokes one of his eyes with a wire or something at least once a week and Kyrsten is So Tired

[ubatheblogartist]

FuCk- *spooked as fuck* LmaoIblameValMunbecauseshesonuveandrebloggedthenthing

[snezario]

o shit whaddup!! i wrote another thing... maybe one day i’ll write for a different fandom..

St/a//r T//re/k (AOS); B//on//es

Jim stepped over the threshold as the door hissed closed behind him. Nothing beat the end of midterm exams, especially knowing he'd aced them all. He headed towards the bathroom, but nearly jumped out of his skin upon seeing Bones hunched over at his desk. So much for belting out old showtunes in the shower.

“Geez, you nearly gave me a heart attack.  Could’ya at least warn a guy?”  He chided at the doctor’s back after the initial shock dissipated.

Taking his roommate’s stony silence as his cue to leave, he turned away and began to gather up his things. Hearing papers being shuffled aside, Jim looked over to see Bones with one hand over the lower half of his face and another reaching for the box of tissues.  Unlucky for him, it was empty.

“Goddamit—” Bones quickly steepled his hands over his face as his breathing became shallower. “hh..hh’ESSHH’uu! ih’TSSHH’uhh!”

“Bless—” Jim began but stopped when Bones shook his head, his hands still cupped over his mouth and nose and inhaled again sharply. “heHH’IFFTSHH!—Jesus..”

Jim strode across the room into the bathroom, returning with a fresh box of tissues and pulled out a couple before holding it to his friend’s pink, painfully obvious irritated nose.

“Blow,” he instructed firmly.  Bones rolled his itchy, watery eyes. Grumbling to himself before expelling the loose congestion into the soft folds before speaking, his gruff, somewhat stuffy voice muffled by the fabric.  “I’m not an invalid, Jim.”

Jim ignored him and neatly tossing the used tissues into a nearby trashcan. Score!  Turning back to his friend, he looked him up and down suspiciously. “What’s up with you anyways? Isn’t it usually me spewing germs all over the place?”

“Plant Biology lab exam. They brought in some alien flora that set me off the moment I stepped in the room. Tried to work through it but they sent me home ten minutes in because I was ‘disrupting the rest of the class.’  I have the make-up next week, don’t know how I’m gonna survive,” Bones sniffled, rubbing a hand across his itchy face leaving his knuckle pressed against his nose to ward off any further outbursts.  

Jim chuckled at the thought of Bones, the straight-laced well-kept doctor he was, losing control in such a proper setting, due to an allergy of all things. He clapped a hand on his roommate’s shoulder, “Sounds like fun, wish I’d been there to see you letting loose for once.”

He winked at Bones, who muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like in a pig’s eye.