#i mean i havent been to....well any haunted HOUSES actually

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Harleys started watching horror game playthroughs with me lol

[themediummultiverseau]

Will papyrus ever be included in the storyline, maybe sans opening up to him about it, or he gets suspicious about sans's behavior and corners him or something?

Aaaand are there any prominent side characters that we'll see?

Papyrus notices that his brother has been leaving the house more, and at first, hes overjoyed! Sans was finally leaving the house! But, he realised after a while, that he always dodged the question as to where he was going. (Sans, being the secretive little fuck that he is, refuses to tell anyone about the ghosts.) Worried, Papyrus follows him one day, only to find him walking al the way to the park. And then he just stops, and starts talking to air.

Papyrus is CONCERNED (tm,) and goes back home to wait for Sans to come home. It takes him HOURS to come back, (he visits everyone he can,) and, when confronted, he once again try to avoid the questions.

Papyrus says he followed him, saw him talking to air, and was considering getting him professional help, his depression had been bad before, and if he was starting to see things now as well...

Sans is forced to tell the truth.

And he does. For the next few hours they sit and talk about the ghosts. Papyrus want to believe him, really, he does! But he cant help but still be worried, so says takes his phone out and googles "Nightmare - Prince" and shows him the results. He then goes through the lot of them, showing death reports, news articles, anything that appears really, and Papyrus finally believes him.

From then on, he insists Sans takes something for them every time he visits, and often makes them food to give (more often that not, its spaghetti,) and asks how they're doing. Sometimes, they go and Sans acts as a medium, for them, so Papyrus and the ghosts can talk directly.

Killer and Dream especially take a liking to him, while Dust is pretty scared of him (he looks way to much like his won brother its actually scary,) and always ask how he is when Sans comes without him.

Side characters.. It depends what you mean by that.

Every Sans you could ever want can exist here, they just might not haunt the town,

(i got lazy when drawing here, so its just a messy sketch but yk)

(Red - shot, epic - shrapnel, Fresh - car crash, Outer - fell)

Alternatively, most of the ghosts had family members, most of them had a Papyrus look alike, (Papyrus isn't reincarnated here, but every Sans deserves a Papyrus, even fate believes it so)

(Nim (Dream and Nightmares mother, Queen), Phantom (Dusts brother,) Horror had lots of siblings, ect...)

Buuut, while many of the original Undertale cast have been spread out throughout the years, Toriel, Chara and Frisk are all based in the present time.

Toriel, after the death of her son, adopts two kids, twins, who were considered "difficult" children, (really there were disabled, but why would they care about that, - Chara has some mental issues, and Frist is mute and has sight problems.) They're lovely kids , and they visit quite regularly, typically with their mother. Sans was named their Godfather (Papyrus was considered, but he told them Sans was a better choice, ) because Toriel knew he'd love them.

Sans and Toriel met at a comedy gig, both preforming on the same day, and became friends instantly over their shared love of stupid puns. (They're not together, this universe has no canonical relationships, everyting's platonic here, but ships are totally allowed and welcome if you wanted lol.)

Holy moly, that was a lot of work lmao, would you believe it, i dont think ive ever actually drawn Papyrus before? I have no idea why, just havent, ill have to do more so in the future cus hes fun.

Ive also never tried to draw anyone from the angle Sans is at in the first drawing, think it looks fine as long as you ignore the feet lol.

No, i didnt get lazy drawing the ghost in the first, it was a stylistic choice! /j /sarcasm, also, Hi, im Whisp, i hate backgrounds!)

Please excuse me attempt at drawing a wimple for Nim and the tricorned hat for Phantom, they're very difficult!

All of Horrors siblings there don't have names, they were just designed on the spot really, so if anyone has and names for them, ill take them on board!

But hope it all looks okay, this is all full of firsts lol. Have a lovely day everyone! :)

[angeleccstasy]

(louder than everyone else) hiii hiii su how r u ^_^.... also do you have any horror recs (either movies or internet media!!).......

OH!! SYBIL HI THERE!!!!! im good hope you are too ^.^ !!

hmmm let me think i havent really been consuming horror or at least not actively + finding new stuff :0 well there is myhouse.wad! its been around for a few months but if you dont know its a doom mod! its a map of the mod creators deceased friends childhood home and it appears innocent at first but things quickly turn dark. you can either play it yourself here or watch a playthru of it or watch a video essay the essay i watched that introduced me to the mod was this one!! its got unfiction aspects to it in the other files you can look at and just from watching someone play depending on how good you are at games maybe its not super painful to navigate BUT IT IS PRETTY FUCKING LENGTHY so im not sure if youd wanna play it if you get frustrated easily w/ that kind of thing it might be too much :00 either way i think its a neat little gem :DD !! cws for the usual horror imagery and house fires and surreal imagery is prevalent throughout and im not sure exactly how but you can end up killing a dog early on etc! next recommendation uhhhh, the og coraline novel maybe? idk if youve seen the film or not but either way i dont think itll affect your reading experience! i read it b4 i saw the film and the book just means a lot to me!! side note ive always thought it was really cool that book coraline and movie coraline as characters were so different from each other but both still valid interpretations of kids and the way kids act :o not sure if books or horror for kids (PRETTY WELL WRITTEN HORROR STILL TBF) is what youre looking for but give it a try if youre interested!! cws for pretty common horror imagery and body horror and eye related horror and ghosts dead kids and such! OH and i just remembered this game markiplier played! burger & frights !! basically youre riding home late at night from grabbing a burger and scary ghost woman haunts you :C you can play it here or watch a playthru like markipliers ITS GOODDDD I BELIEVE IT WAS MADE BY THE SAME PERSON WHO MADE TWILIGHT VS WALKING IF YOU KNOW/REMEMBER THAT :3 cws for again horror imagery and blood and somewhat body horror and jumpscares etc!

BUT YEAH THATS KINDA IT FOR MY RECS ^_^ and actually you could revisit some older pieces of media! like ddlc (for free on itch here) for example :3 you dont have to play it! you can watch sagan hawkes' analysis who im always a big fan of or watch someones playthru!

[shyrose57]

How would Dreamon hunting fit into our Dream being nice and regularly going to the boutique?

think He would get a kick out of tormenting teasing mortals. Terrifying Youth that Get A bit too big for their britches, mess around with ouiji boards n stuff.

If youre not a local ghost story or Crypid than youre doing something wrong.

Which attract people who think that they can Deal With Deamons. Its laughable already, but to try and fight The Dreamon? Hubris IS one of humanitys many faults. If He Took this seriously, They wouldnt BE here to continue to hunt demons. He finds it Hilarious and drags them on wild goose chases, that usually end with them hopelessly lost and/or needing new clothes.

(He does this a lot in between manhunts )

Of course He IS responsible for his subjects and protection and while HE might never be in any danger, He does have to make sure that Humans dont go around killing demons.

So if By chance a long time ago, Someone went around and spread false information about demons, leaving Deamon books with Only How to exorcise and banish, well, It makes his job a lot easier

(If he had a galaxy brain moment in the past, or He got Sapnap to get Karl to do him a favor)

This means he got some clowns chasing him, convinced he is up to no good, ( he even tricked them into 'exorcising' him out of his 'host' and then hung out for a bit before dramatically 'repossessing' his 'host' and doing a little evil monologue about being too powerful for puny mortals), and generally being a little bastard (affectionate)

(Im making him such a drama kid tbh but Look me in the eyes and say that Wilbur and Him havent gotten into a competition over who should be the ~Drama King~)

If they rope in Tubbo, They both laugh their asses off at the end of the day

Dream, Tubbo, and Wilbur, terrorizing the general public for kicks. Sounds about right. Of course, who's gonna believe anyone who brings it up?

My original thought was that Tubbo and Sapnap join Fundy and Hbomb in filming(and instigating) petty neighborhood drama, but I've now decided that as a side-gig, Fundy, Tubbo, and Sapnap, are all very legit(aka, as absolutely sarcastically and silly as possible) paranormal investigators.

Okay, no, no, wait, I have it all figured out.

Starlit Boutique Spinoff-thing: Dreamon Hunters Addition.

Fundy, Tubbo, and Sapnap meet as a result of their desires to cause chaos and petty drama. They get along so well, they're almost immediately banned from the neighborhood.

But that wouldn't work(because Tubbo is threatening, and also Tommy), so they've instead been redirected to take their mischief to mess with the public to keep another neighborhood war from starting up.

Thus begins their careers as the Dreamon Hunters! Paranormal Investigators who's main goal is to confront the mysterious and powerful Dreamon, who's sighted terrorizing people throughout history.

But for now, while they 'gather clues' to this demon's whereabouts, they mainly just take on normal haunted houses, and just post their videos online. It, unsurprisingly, gets very popular very quick.

Fundy and Sapnap get to play the skeptics. Sapnap gets to try and say he doesn't believe in demons with a straight face, and Fundy gets to stare ghosts dead in the eyes while he makes excuses.

Tubbo gets to play the believer, and conspiracy theorist who gets conspiracy theories mad about him(also by him, but nobody needs to know that)

Dream's their cameraman who absolutely loses his mind every time they go into a well-practiced monologue about defeating the Dreamon once and for all-he doesn't even bother hiding any of his traits, and it's often caught on camera, but the hunters regularly just dismiss it, and it infuriates all of their fans because he's very clearly the actual Dreamon, but noooo, Dream's 'just like that, guys'.

[firebuug]

for the weird questions for writers thing: obligatory 6 9 4 and 20 bc funny. but for like actual questions 17 and 18

do not test me i will answer them all. my answers r below the cut LOL

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

tbh? that people read it and go “oh. uh. this is uh. cringe” or that they totally read it thru the wrong lens. like if someone looked at a piece where i poured my inner anxieties and feelings into and they went “wow so they just wanted this character to be whiny for a sec huh.” bc tbh in the end ya thats what it is its a silly character saying funny thing but also like i never ever do that. if i do that and SHOW U that writing then i am trusting you with my life and my cringe and my life essence a—

also just being obviously inexperienced lol. i dont write professionally and dont intend to its just for funzies but am still self conscious anywayz

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

yes ever since i was little i tried to let any ghost who may live in my house know i am its friend by sticking my foot out before bed and promising i wouldnt tell anyone if they could read my mind. my aunts had a haunted house and they went full investigator mode and somehow came to the conclusion it was their relative who wanted a last birthday party, so they threw a party for the ghost and all poltergeist activity stopped in their house

also related to writing but my friend’s WIP rn is literally titled He Doesn’t Believe In Ghosts

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

ive been writing the word Prestidigitation a lot bcuz dnd and i fucking HATE THAT WORD i cant even pronounce it i hate it die die die. also medival or mideival or whateve rthe fuck its spelled i hate that word

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

. ok so im not a big writer so the only wips ive got goin on are a self indulgent band au psychoanalysis piece, a hypothetical comic con murder mystery and the forever cancelled zombie apocalypse story i wrote from elementary to middle school w my ocs. and tbh i would kill to see the comic con murder mystery completed just to read it myself so i would take that offer. but also it isnt a WIP but if i could have that witch rewrite the juggernaut event for me as the epic cinematic arpg video and writing combination thing i pictured it as id give her my life

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

UM um well. i dont have any plot for murder mystery and my band au is just. oc story that i can ramble about whenever but . my zombie apocalypse was the funniest shit. i played this for serious and i love how apeshit my imagination was back then. the lore was that a zombie virus happened bc the ceo of an evil company’s fail brother locked himself underground on accident and in the period which he was stuck in there tried to make himself a friend. but it corrupted and became a zombie and killed him and escaped. and the world got so bad that the scientists found a planet and named it Earth 2 and everyone got on there except for a bunch of everyday average people including our cast. and now. they r forced to survive. i published it frequently on deviantart journals and still have it on my google drive, sometimes i used to read it to get inspired to make apeshit stories for fun, but i havent in a while

8. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

does. does this mean like a snippet from my own writing? UHH a lot of my writing is oc stuff that i work into their stories but let me try and pull up something old that actually has a chance of having backstory to it HAHAJK

ok all i found was this from a Splatoon writing which i thot was funny because of the context of Buggy seeing a totally abandoned, empty subway station and still INSISTING on not hopping the ticket scanner or whatever. help. like i dont have any commentary i just wanted u to see this. :

“Just hop over it,” he remembered Skuggy telling him, “nobody cares.” Buggy felt too bad about it, though, and got him to lend him his old card anyways. He reached into his pockets for the said card and stuck it into the slot. The little dusty screen on top of the gate showed a little spinny loading circle before a light shone green and he was let in.

whatever. anyways instead ill spit fun fax about the juggernaut story writing event arpg thing bc i um. i um. i . i. i . @im-hiding22 its bad compared to my writing now but it was sillyfun

- i did not actually intend for buggy to kill farrow i intended for it to be a fake-out and for farrow to scramble to life right when the juggernaut approached or whatevs. but when all my friends went insane like he did die i thought “wouldnt it be funny if he died fr”

- i was intending on mendel to be the first death under the jugg’s hands because itd be cool for the creation to get revenge in its creator and for the story to be everyone trying to fix mendel’s mistakes themselves and possibly bring him back. but i could not imagine anything thatd reverse his mistakes in a satisfying way so i scrapped and rewrote it

- literally only wrote the stupid loredump radio broadcast cuz i had finished reading the nightvale novel

- 80% of the most fun i had from that and the most story-impacting decisions came from my friends sending asks, and seeing my friends actively wanting to participate and speculate on something i was writing was literally the most touching thing i have ever felt in my life. im reliving that high by running a dnd campaign in which now i can focus on telling my friends’ stories and intertwining them with my own

ok bye. this was 3 years long, im giving you a brownie if you read this far because youre incredible! all of the old writing i posted here can be found under the ;writing hashtag which will be tagged here :D if u. ever wanna see cringe splatoon or town of salem oc fanfic LOLL

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom 14-20 thoughts!! I finished up s1 :D these last few eps were actually really really good!!!

-did. did tucker really just say esperanto was a dead language only spoken as a secret code between geeks. google says around 100,000 people actively speak it. oh my god...it being an auxiliary language doesn't mean its 'just for geeks to speak in code' ...it helps bridge gaps between people who don't have a language in common...

-danny really isn't pulling punches when it comes to fighting the ghost-cop possessed people huh. like he SLAMMED KWAN INTO THE CONCRETE SO HARD. HE THREW PAULINA INTO A BILLBOARD. will that...I mean it WOULD carry over to their bodies non-possessed, right? like if the ghost piloting their bodies gets hurt?? itd be so upsetting to be possessed, lose time, then wake up covered in bruises (and possibly, broken bones??) real horror movie stuff im sure wont be addressed in any way

-tuckers parents seem nice! I like them :)

-WULF IS CUTE AND I FEEL BAD. im so glad the gang realized he was only causing trouble bc of the shock collar walker put on him and helped. also, him wearing that big hoodie with the hood on, and thinking its subtle. we can tell youre still a giant wolfie :) THEN GETTING SUCKED INTO THE PORTAL AAAAH :( anxiously waiting to see Him Again....

-DANNY BLASTING HIS PARENTS THINKING THEY WERE OVERSHADOWED LMFAO GET THEIR ASSES. maddie marking how many ghosts she gets with lipstick tallies on the side of her portal gun? kindaaa iconic tho. (ALSO, SHE WAS LIKE, 2 FT AWAY FROM HIM RIGHT AFTER SHE TRIED TO SHOOT HIM. HOW DO YOU NOT RECONINZE YOUR OWN SON??? like sure, he might have diff hair/eye colors. but like, if one of my family members dyed their hair, and was wearing contacts, its not like id be like 'wHO IS THIS STRANGER!!!' ...he still has all his facial features!! same everything!!! I hate it here)

-paulina being #1 girl realizing danny's a friendly ghost immediately. smart queen. lancer and kwan ran away right after he made this sweet baby face at them:

which is hilarious.

-ok. im not saying his bullying is JUSTIFIED, but. dash looked so pleased with the (cute!) poster he just painted, and danny comes thru the wall and spills paint on his nice letterman jacket. his anger is justified maybe 65% of the time so far...(not the way he handles it, but STILL.) at least lancer is stepping in!! and them making a silly little bet was...cute?? until dash pulled out his GROSS UNDERWEAR AND SAID DANNY WOULD HAVE TO EAT THEM???? WHAT THE FUCK MAN. TUCKER WAS SO RIGHT ITS FUCKING WEIRD TO CARRY THOSE AROUND EWWW. THIS KID IS UNWELL. lancer was right, his animatronic setup was SUPER IMPRESSIVE?? hes actually pretty creative. danny meanwhile is stealing the fright knight's design...I hope dash is taking art classes or smth with his sports

-fright knight is the most bestest ghost so far i LOVE THAT DESIGN. I am biased towards knights, and characters with swords, but he fucks so severely. and should sue danny for copyright infringement for stealing his design for his haunted house. if some 14 yr old broke into MY house and stole MY sword, id also be pissed. his evil winged unicorn rules too with its FANGS. and he just CAN SHOVE THE PORTAL OPEN WITH HIS HANDS??? is he the strongest ghost weve seen so far? idk but hes my fav. SOUL SHREDDER IS SUCH A COOL SWORD NAME TOO. ANY NAMED SWORD ALSO FUCKS. 'flaming bedsheets of DEATH' funny king. ALSO he was polite to dash and tucker when just asking for directions and telling tucker 'oh maybe, just a suggestion, maybe be nicer to me and be more respectful :)' I LOOOVE HIM.

-I noticed this in the Ember ep, but jazz has an electric guitar in her room!! talent musical queen!! its cool to see hobbies just in the bg.

-fright knight's murder castle reminds me of the booby trapped murder castle in zexal!! another supposedly 'for kids' show with murder/trap castles! we love that. if you are a dp fan reading this, give yugioh zexal a try. its also got 13-14 year old protags and involves (alien) ghosts. the cardgame is just a vessel for the plot, which is really good. (I just want more people to watch my fav yugioh, man)

-danny. with a SWORD.

-danny doesnt NEED TO WIN this contest, dash didnt STEAL HIS DESIGNS AND STEAL A SWORD. he also got excited to hear lancer got sent to a dimension with his worst fears too just so he could win the contest? DANNY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! BRO MAYBE YOURE 14 AND HAVENT FULLY DEVOLPED YOUR WHOLE BRAIN YET, BUT...THATS FUCKED. this kid casually says the most deranged things, I do worry for my spooky son. once again, therapy needed. that judo toss was great tho. I wonder if he actually did pick up some martial arts stuff from his mom?

-danny can fly 112 mph!!! thats so fast! I love the lil montage of him and his friends testing his abilities and stuff, very cute and a good way to showcase what he can do by now and how much more proficient he's gotten from ep 1!!! I'm sure he's going to get more abilities :)

-im glad...maddie's at least TRYING this ep. I do feel for her because her husband is a man baby. but the fact it took 16 episodes to get a kinda semblance of any kind of real concern or attempts at bonding. hmm. jack's 'BACK OFF SHES A MINOR' @ the ghost trying to attack jazz. also was very funny. and him wanting to make an action figure of her? are the parents redeeming themselves to me? slightly. they gotta Work Harder

-THE GHOST. IS FLYING. THE PLANE.

-fenton machete. but she doesnt carry a PHONE??? ???

-I mean I expected vlad when you namedrop him earlier in the ep, and also the title card picture, and dalv corp being fucking vlad backwards. but seeing him just pull up on a golf cart made me bust out laughing. WITH the gift baskets prepared. why wouldnt you at least be suspicious. also, if he wants danny to be his lil sonboy, why is he so fucking malicious?? dude you are going about this in such a bad way. stop it. get some help.

-maddie not even hesitating to drag danny out. fucking good. danny is so right, go on the internet to date. get a cat. how do you spend...how many years?? has it been since college?? at least 20, right, since the parents/vlad are in their 40s? hung up on ONE girl. my god, man. incel drama queen. her kung fu IS impressive, but dude. 'we both know hes a creep' SO right. it sucks but they do need a phone and shit being in the middle of NOWHERE. also, just stealing his helicopter was great. <3

-'you must be exhausted carrying the weight of that mistake you made years ago' 'well we all make mistakes. maybe I'll make one now!' WHY DID THIS EXHCHANGE SEND ME. AND VLAD WITH THE BREATH SPRAY EWWW BITCH. 'OLD BAIT BREATH' SOO RIGHT. both danny and his mom playing him HAHAH hes so dumb. or rather, I think he thinks with his emotions too too much and is...actually pretty gullible? lmao he believed danny was ready to give in SO fast. (which is sad hes that hopeful, like you have SO MUCH MONEY YOU COULD EASILY GET ANOTHER GIRL WHO HAS A KID. AND WOULD WANT TO BE WITH YOU AND BE SUPPORTED. GET OVER THIS (1) WOMAN ALREADY IM GETTING SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT AAAAH)

-GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR. it was also in the title card, but I still got very excited. we love bears here

-SAM'S BAT SWIMSUIT COVERUP!!! her outfits are simply iconic.

-'i'd tell you to go to the mens room, but I don't think you qualify' top paulina transphobic moments. :( and him wearing a tanktop to the swim park? hmmm! (actually I think she was overshadowed by then, so, KITTY top 10 transphobic moments??)

-kitty just piloting paulina around makes me feel SO bad tho, paulina's gonna wake up and be like 'wtf do you mean I was dating this rando' like youre leading danny on to make johnny jealous, and also just POSSESSING POOR PAULINA. dude take your relationship problems ELSEWHERE. last time we saw them, they seemed like such a cute couple!! wtf johnny!! I mean, she sucks for trying to make him jealous, he sucks for looking at other girls...maybe they need a break, but Not Like This. or, you know, just. better communication...

-and the A-listers having a full packet and a stamp system. who organizes this. kwan fucking owning being the new danny though, this is hysterical. THE TUCKER/KWAN FLOWER FIELD TWIRL. UNIRONICALLY ADORABLE. and him giving it his all for the poetry slam. bless his HEARTTTT.

-Star owns. actually, all of the extra characters are shining this ep and I love it.

-INVISO-BILL??? NOOOO THEY DID HIM SOO DIRTY. DANNY SWEETIE IM SO SORRY.

-johnny and danny bein friends and staging a fake fight (which danny takes too seriously, once again this child has aggression he NEEDS TO WORK OUT) I hope these three stay friends, I said it before but danny needs more friendly ghosts to hang with.

-at this point, Danny's ghost enemies are a lot like, I dunno, batman's rouge gallery is the first thing that comes to mind. they all have their own gimmick and unique designs, but most of them are easy to beat after learning the Moral Lesson. I still get excited when any of them show up again, though. 18 is another valerie episode!!!! :D skulker really said you two will get along if I have to handcuff you together <3 and the gym teacher really said, youre married now, have a flour baby! ngl, I'm not really watching this show for the shipping stuff (which I am very scared to look at the fandom for after I finish this watch through- I feel like there's probably discourse/arguing about ships...) but. I'm gonna put my opinion out there. valerie/danny > sam/danny. maybe I just really love the enemies to lovers trope. And the secret identity stuff adds Extra Flavor.

-SKULKER JUST HAVING THE BOX GHOST AND DANGLING HIM BY A STRING. HILARIOUS. and him watching them with binoculars and making his silly little commentary. AND MAKING THE SACK BABY CRY. LMAO. THIS DUDE IS A BABY KIDNAPPER. skulker is super fun

-danny, you just...collapsed the water tower. and then attacked the nasty burger machine...mascot thingy...out of anger..I KEEP SAYING HE'S GOT ANGER ISSUES BUT. HE REALLY NEEDS A LESSON IN MANAGING COLLATERAL DAMAGE!!! So does valerie!! They're both pretty focused on each other. I mean it's good of Danny to say he's trying to make sure PEOPLE don't get hurt, but... (I mean I guess it's not something 14 year olds WOULD worry about, but as an adult im like, who's going to fix that? how much money will that take??)

-TUCKER MAKING BANK. and sam and tucker being super emotionally attached to their flour baby and being pretty good parents. that's cute...also him just straight kissing her and being like. WAIT. O_O JDSKAFHD. his mom baking them into cookies was the funniest possible result. tbh I dont feel like this is on tucker, if anything the other kid's shouldve been more responsible! He was just taking an opportunity to get that $$ which I respect

-Danny being more understanding of Valerie's situation in the end (helping her at her job, too, and trying to keep that a secret for her!!!) And seeing them work together this ep, and also her letting phantom get her out of the ghost zone...was very sweet. LOVE that. more valerie eps pls

-me when I realize vlad's big stupid house exploded because of his own carelessness with changing the ghost portal ectofiltrator or whatever: *pointing and laughing*

-me when I realize it means he's gonna go make danny's life hell for it somehow: >:(

-SCOOBY PARODY!!! I feel like there's gotta be some scooby doo/danny phantom crossover stuff, right? also, 'guys in white' men in black wishes

-'oh, that's right! dad married the love of your life! you're bitter and alone!' DANNNNNYY GET HIS ASS ONCE AGAIN WE ARE POINTING AND LAUGHING AT VLAD

-'jack, you captured the ghost boy!!' UMM. he did nothing <3 'we have a weapon's vault??' YOU HAVE A WEAPONS VAULT??? and jack didnt put a handle on the inside. of fucking course he didnt! why would you leave that to your son!! or expect him to clean YOUR LAB when its where you work with probably dangerous chemicals and weapons and hes 14!! give him normal chores, like, I dunno, vacuuming, laundry, dishes...CMON. I hate it here. But I'm glad Jack is more chill about danny while he's a ghost, and willing to work with him for this ep. AND. I DID ENJOY JACK PUNCHING VLAD IN THE FACE. AND GENERALLY JUST OWNING HIM. the ghost punchy fists are actually amazing. like yeah, just punch a ghost in the face. that rules.

-ep 20 opens with the coolest fucking ghost lady design. her tattoos can come off and fight. MA'AM. I like ur nose ring and your cape maam hello 👉👈😳

-sam's grandma is hilarious and the most valid member of her family and I love her. thats my grandma now. and tucker covering for sam by dressing as her. thats true friendship <3 also skipping school to go to a goth circus. just bestie things! sam's parents are haters but for all the wrong reasons.

-'my family has controlled ghosts with this for generations!' WAIT. WAIT FREAKSHOW /ISNT/ A GHOST? I didn't expect that...he's just a fucked up guy controlling ghosts? anyway watching danny shoot at police cars and rob banks while mind controlled. its like, the most stereotypical 'bad' things lmao. (tbh an evil ghost circus troupe is a sick concept)

this gives off big deviantart emo edit vibes

(I'm going to assume evil circus reaper danny has a lot of fan content. people love an edgy au, except this one is canon (even tho its via mind control...having the protag go evil otherwise might be hard, I guess?) but au where he stays with the troupe...that has to exist, right?)

ANYWAY. excited to start s2!! lowkey surprised by how many notes some of these posts have gotten. I've gone back and tagged them all with 'dp thoughts' so they're easier to find on my blog! ^^ and I will probably possibly do (more) fanart on my art blog after I finish the watch of the whole show, so like. @sanchoyodraws follow my art blog :)

[troop52]

do u !!! have any character theme songs for the troop boys? Like any songs you think really fits them (and why u think it fits)?

THATS A GREAT QUESTION!!

Before I get into it Im going to plug this collaborative Troop Playlist on Spotify, feel free to add onto it!! Continuing with my picks

I think a lot of the songs I associate with The Troop in general are just because I happened to listen to them around the same time I got into the book in the first place (So they could only be tangentially related BUT only if you squint hard) Example: Drunk by The Living Tombstone, cant really tie it into the story but in my mind its linked Some better, more fitting songs under the cut (Side note its LONGGG IM SORRY... Also its all YouTube links because some of these arent on Spotify :'^()

Disclaimer -Like 95% of my choices arent really a "These lyrics match up exactly 1 to 1" but more of an overall "the vibe/general idea its trying to capture lines up" type thing. If that makes sense.

Its Alright by Jack Stauber: Kind of self explanatory, I think its a perfect song for these guys. From "It's alright, I'm here, Everything's alright, Feels weird but calm, I wanna hear It's alright" to the whole sound of it- its all great. Equal parts distressing and sad with an almost eerie calmness to it. Despite it all theyre gonna be alright, right?

The Second Little Piggy by Worthikids: Another one that I think is sort of self explanatory- at least with the chorus. "If my brain turns to mush, If the shit hits the fan, Will you be my friend?" Kind of the falling apart of everything, specifically their relationships, in light of the incident.

Poor George by James Supercave: Another case of "listened to at the same time I read the book" BUT I was actually making a Troop PMV script with that song. I never finished it but maybe Ill revisit it... just for you

Cold Summer by Le Matos ft Computer Magic: I dont even think this takes place in the summer but the VIBES and also it came from Summer of 84, which is another good piece of murder boy media.

Treehouse by Alex G ft Emily Yacina: This is a Eef and Max type of song because they are bffs and thats final. Basic song because Im not creative, but I think its a nice heart to heart theyd have (with Eef doing the talking)

Fifteen Minuets by Nick Krol: On the flipside heres a song that goes with Eef and Maxs friendship fracturing, once again more from Eefs side than Maxs. THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGG

As far as songs for the boys as individuals hmmm thats a good one that I havent thought about as much...

MAX + The Ghosts by The Real Tuesday Weld: That survivors guilt... lyrics arent like a perfect match but I think it gets that sort of hollow feeling across. Hes haunted man... + Final Girl by Electric Youth: Ok its a little funny because har har Final Girl Trope but I mean HE IS ONE. ANd dont look at me its a nice song- "Others were gone, and you kept going on, You know they never really noticed, you were always different, One by one, They're all done, And you're the last one standing" + Going Grazy by Lonesome Wyatt and the Holy Spooks: HONESTLY this could go for all the characters but Im tagging it onto Max because hes the one who has to deal with the aftermath of losing everyone (sorry survivors guilt Max again </3) "Everyone's saying my mind is unsound, 'Cause I always see you when you aren't around" "They're gonna wrap me in a jacket of white, And lock me away in a room without light" is what cements it as a Max song for me

EEF + The Existential Threat by Sparks: Once again starting sad, I link this one specifically to his paranoia about the worms- especially with lines like "Can't they see the existential threat is on its way". Kind of exasperated no one else can see the danger (he thinks) hes in. + Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother: I know I know its basic but I cant help it!!! Eef anger issues arc we are shaking hands me too + Haunted by Laura Les: Eef struggles with people seeing him as "just like his father" and I think we can get some good angst out of this track if we keep that in mind. Especially the back half of the song with lyrics like "Do you think I'm frightening?" and "Mirrors shatter when I'm passing, broken glass and crashing" since he is just a reflection of his dad (to others at least). Also song good.

KENT + Goodbye Mr A by The Hoosiers: Mfw the disillusionment with authority sets in. I think the vibe fits when he had that little epiphany about how adults are fucked- not perfect but it gets the idea across me thinks. + I'm Gonna Win by Rob Cantor: Ties into his need to "win" aka be the best at everything, be in charge, all that jazz! Hell do whatever it takes to be successful, even if it hurts. That was a little emo + Toba the Tura by Forgive Durden ft Chris Conley: Not to be emo again but "They say you're gifted, well I just see a scared kid. They must have flipped it, your skills are latent. O, you snuffed the glow. Replaced it with coals. Threw away the throne... This mess that you've made, it's a six-foot grave. It's a home for your lonesome bones that remain. We'll disappear, but you'll stay here to rot" AND SO ON AND SO FOURTH representing his fall after it was revealed he was sick. He was referred to as "the uncrowned king" and was on top of the world but then POOF that all crumbled and it was made out that he basically deserved what happened to him. It would be fun to make a pmv of him with this song (Simplifying my thoughts a bit because Ive already written a LOT)

NEWT + I Earn My Life by Lemon Demon: Ok a little Kentcore but Im actually having a hard time coming up with songs for Newton so here we are, they can share. Newt existential crisis moment time I guess + Know How by The Crane Wives: POV Newt struggles with going through with the plans he makes to keep everyone safe (stopping Max from touching Kent, going back into the cabin, etc) "I am not brave, I am not brave, I keep my focus on what is safe, You drew a line, made up your mind, And now I'm struggling to realize" And also maybe struggling with his place in the group and as a person in general- all that living through his cousin thing. "I gotta wrap my head around, What my heart is telling me, I've been trying to drown it out, Just because I know what I am, I am supposed to do now, Doesn't mean I know, Doesn't mean I know how" + On The Outside by Oingo Boingo: Idk man. Hes on the outside lookin in!! Loner nerd!! Its ok though, we still love him

SHEL + Bad Blood by Creature Feature: The lyrics speak for themselves: "I can guarantee I will do evil things, The only way that you can stop me now, Is if you put me in the ground, Somewhere I'll never be found" + Frontier Psychologist by The Avalanches: Hinges on the fact that the principal or whoever was like "Your sons a freak" and Shels mom was like "HES PERFECTLY FINE" while Shelley was like dismembering an animal or something + Johnny by American Murder Song: The songs good but theres this ONE LYRIC that sucks so the link provided is an edited version and also a lovely Warriors oc video I think you should all enjoy and support <3 Anyway Shel would be Johnny I could see this song being a scene in the book. Field trip to Shels house and they find his murder garden

If anyone wants more for Im not opposed to making another post :^)

[glumpiglet]

Beetlejuice meeting his S/O and shes a ghost?

Hi..Thank you for the request.. I had a lot of fun with this one.. It really got away from me lol I hope you like it <3 to those who requested I havent forgotten about you, it’s just easier for me to write on the weekend when I’m not working. K love you guys

Warning: bit of swearing.. basic beej innuendos... thats it.

If you had known that when you woke up that Wednesday, it would have been your last day alive, you probably would have done so not hungover. Stumbling out of bed, sheets still clutching at your legs, you swore at the morning sun shining once again for the high, wide windows in all the bedrooms. It was on the list to replace the sheer curtains, but fabric that long was hard to find and not cheap to buy.

When Great Aunt Gerdy left you her house, the only wish she had was to ‘preserve, protect, and breath life back into Windflew Manor.’

Sweet, naive Gertrude. Spun of sugar more than flesh, your great aunt had been the youngest of twelve and definitely your favourite family member. Growing up, you fondly remembered spending summers here, riding your bike through the halls on rainy days, playing ‘Pirates and Rogues’ in the backyard with Gerdy and her children.

When you got older you begged to still come to the Manor; Gertrude watched you grow and in her own mind, Auntie Gerdy had assumed you would follow the steps of the women in your family, hunker down with a fine man, pop out some kids every few years.

As you said, Gertrude was tragically naive. Never had the heart to ever tell her the truth. That marriage….Children? Had never even entered the equations of goals. You wanted a spontaneous, fun life full of breakable things. Adventure. 

But also it was known that if you didn’t take this house, it would have gone to an auction. It broke your heart the way her children acted, their mother was one of the greatest women you had ever met, a role model. It was what she wanted. You couldn’t do that to Aunt Gerdy. So with hesitant determination, you had set about restoring Windflew Manor.

Due to funds, you were forced to do most of the work, getting help for a few handier friends. But it had been coming along nicely, room by room the cobwebs and mold were disappearing. It was satisfying work.  

Resting your head against the shower wall, however, you didn’t think you could find the strength to tackle the gardens today. It was all your friend's fault, ‘one more drink (Y/N), we’ve worked so hard!’ 

Exiting the shower, wiping the fog from the mirror, you reflected on how tired the image looked as you moisturized, changing into comfy shorts and a tank top without bothering to properly dry yourself. It was a warm day and you liked the cool moisture mixed with the lotion slicking your skin.

Just as you began brushing your teeth, the doorbell rang multiple times. Who the hell was that this early in the morning? The sound came again, more insistent and you had to roll your eyes.

“I’m coming, I’m coming. Hold your horses..” Sprinting down the hallway, trying to steady on the banister, you felt the gravity shift as your feet slid across the hardwood.

You supposed everyone would lament your damned clumsiness, your carelessness. Imprinted on the skin, you held the reminders of how prone to accidents you had been. It had been a joke in the family for years. ‘(Y/N) is gonna kill herself one day!’ 

It was only a matter of time. 

Swing your hand wildly, nothing could be gripped as you felt yourself swinging forward, hurdling towards the twenty-six flight of stairs that as a child, never it was considered it would have spelled your end….  

**

Turns out, it had been nothing more than a neighbor, wanting to let you know the street sweepers would be out tomorrow. 

Life was funny that way. 

Watching in dull horror as the EMT’s took your body away, trying to process the following information.. It came to you so obviously even though it sounded crazy: You weren’t having some out of body experience… You hadn’t taken any hallucinogenic drugs lately.. You were dead. 

Thinking about what the afterlife would have been: Heaven, Hell, Purgatory…. Haunting Auntie’s empty house had not been on the top of the list. 

Time was meaningless now, you could look at the grandfather clock and see two p.m and look five minutes later and see eleven a.m. it was always cold. You cursed not wearing something warmer than your p.j’s that last morning, not that you thought it would have helped. 

Going outside had been a big no-no. Whatever fucked up colossal worm creature had been out there when you tried the one time to leave, was obviously meant to be keeping you here. So here you stayed.

It could have been only a day you spent dead and lonely in the house. Or a week. A month. Years. You were being a little dramatic, you knew it hadn’t been years. Friends and family came by, grieving openly, making your heartbreak; and removing all your items, which was even worse. Obviously to be sold off or stored in your old room. A time capsule.

On one of the many days that found you aimlessly wandering the halls, a book fell before you without pretense. Equal parts startled and puzzled, well as much as a ghost could be, you picked it up.  

‘Handbook for the Recently Deceased..’

Gripping the pages, intent to open, you were halted as your front door swung open. A dozen or so handsome, young men carrying multiple packed things burst into Aunt Gerdy’s foyer, laughing and chatting loudly.  

“Aw, dude this place is awesome!”

“Look at all the space!”

“Get that pong table over there!”

“What the fuck!?”

Stomping forward, you were about to raise your voice louder before you stopped yourself….Right, stupid... They couldn’t see you… The whole ‘being dead thing’.

Watching in impotent rage as they slammed their things on the hardwood floor, scuffing their sneakers on the expensive carpets you had saved every penny for…

This was not good. Not good at all.

**

You had been right.

It wasn’t hard to not like these kids. You weren’t really into the whole ‘boys would be boys’ excuse for male idiocy in their youths. 

You didn’t like the way they treated each other, the archaic ‘hazing’ they would often do leaving you feeling ill. You didn’t like the way they treated the girls they used and laughed as they were forced down the traditional ‘walk of shame’ making you furious.

You especially did not like the way they treated the Manor. It was terrible, gaudy streamers and tacky posters were pinned to the walls. Daily parties...Keggers…. Were held here, the place was a war zone. Litter and garbage cluttered every hall and you were beginning to tear your hair out in helplessness. 

They had turned your Aunt’s treasured home and your hardworking project into a frat house. It was just rude.

What were you gonna do? Time passed and you watched as the house grew further and further into decay when a lightbulb burst unexpectedly. 

Realizing your answer, you hoped the discarded handbook was still where you had dropped it. Returning to the living room, you sighed in relief at seeing the odd-looking text where you left it. Walking up to it, however, you noticed something there that wasn’t there before. 

A card, dusty, and sticking out of a random page. Bending down you began pulling at it, fingering the worn edges. You lifted it up into the light, trying to read it under all the dirt caked on. On the card, it just said one word three times, strangely compelled you said it out loud.

“Betelgeuse… Betelgeuse…. Betelgeuse?”

The burst of smoke made you hack instantly, it was like someone smoked weed in an embalming room, pungent and eye-watering. 

It was a man. Well, no. Not a human man in any case. Duh. You would say this was the weirdest thing to ever happen to you, but nothing was normal after you died apparently.

Observing as he waved his hands, stepping out of the cloud, you couldn’t help the widening of your eyes...He was.. Definitely interesting looking.. 

“Geez, did I come late to the party or what-… Woah.”  

He looked awful and smelt even worse, and why the hell was he here?

The… Character that stepped had gone silent. Awkward and stilted, you struggled to speak. It couldn’t help being noticed his... Hair was changing colour… Most certainly going from an almost neon green to baby pink…. What was he? 

“Don’t be afraid. You’re dead. I am also dead.” There was a moment before an incredulous giggle escaped your lips, you couldn’t help but realize it had been the first time you laughed since.. Well..

“Yeah, I figured that. From... You know… Seeing my dead body get taken away.” The two of you stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the silence deafening. 

Before he pounced. Flouncing over in a comical manner, he began to circle you, the humour disappearing from you at the look in his eye. 

“Huh, that line usually doesn’t work.. You’re surprisingly calm..” Turning your head until you couldn’t anymore, you swiveled striving for eye contact. He completed his journey around and stood in front of you, seeming to be searching for something. Before he held his grimey hand out…. The intense desire to hesitate held you still. 

It didn’t seem to deter him in the slightest.

“Hello! A pleasure to meetcha-” Leaning forward, you realized in just enough time what he was doing before he could press his lips to yours, jumping back. 

“Uh, excuse me!?” 

“Can’t blame a demon for trying, babes. Anyways uh… What can I do for you?” He fidgeted with his jacket, pulling at the cuffs and flapping the lapels, wafting his stench towards you making you gag. Covering your nose you murmured beyond belief.

“What do you mean?”

“Well usually I only get called when someone needs something from me….. Bio-exorcism. Homicide. Sexual pleasure. I do it all.” This guy couldn’t actually be serious… You shook your head, none of this was helping. You had gone to the book for an answer and had only gotten even more questions. 

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about dude, I just found this card in this book. Anyways, what is happening right now? Who are you and why can you see me?”

Snickering, he continued to very eagerly invade your personal space and it was getting harder to find the space in the living room. The predator was cornering.

“You said my name, sexy. You called me.” 

What kind of name was Betelgeuse? Deciding immediately to shorten it for ease, you opened your mouth but apparently, he was on a roll, and continued. 

“And I already told you.. We’re dead. Deceased. Post Mortem.” Bumping into the wall, just hearing the words from someone else’s lips made you stop… Well, dead. Pun intended. Before they could be halted tears were gathering in your eyes… You weren’t even that emotional about it anymore, had already spent endless nights sobbing about what-ifs and regrets...Not for a while, still, it never got any easier to think about. 

Trying and failing miserably to hide the sniffles, you peered at BJ’s surprised expression. 

“Shit...shit..shit. I didn’t mean to do that…. Don’t cry,” Wiping at stubborn tears that fell against your wishes, you could see BJ shuffle his feet, looking extremely uncomfortable at your sudden breakdown. You tried to calm him, ironically.

“No, I’m fine. It’s just… Not been that great so far... Sometimes I think I might be in hell.” Staring at the ground, you had the overwhelming wish once again for it to finally swallow you whole and take you where you belonged.

“Is it… Your current occupants?”

“It certainly doesn’t help.” Looking up at BJ’s tilted head and rapt expression, the need to confide was making you continue.

“My Aunt left me this house and… I’ve hated seeing what they're doing to it.” BJ looked to be contemplating something before he spoke.

“I could help you.”

You looked at him “What do you mean?”

“I told you.. Again... Sweetheart, you’re smokin’ hot but your memory’s shit. I’m a Bio-exorcist. Getting breathers out is my forte. Well, most breathers can’t see me… But I can teach you! Breathers are waay more likely to see a ghost than a demon.” Riveted by what he was saying, you didn’t realize his pursuit until you felt his grip sound your waist, pulling you closer.

“Mmm… Get you in a little school uniform.. Give you extra credit...” Blatantly ignoring him, focusing on the important part of what he said. 

“What you’re saying is we can get these kids out of here?”

“Of course babes. I take my job very seriously.” Shooting him an incredulous look, you managed to extract from him without much ease, he was really touchy for someone you just met.

“Yeah, I noticed…”

This was insanity. You weren’t actually considering letting this.. Demon?! To teach you how to scare the young men living in your house. It was dangerous and crazy.

Even more, there was no other option. Desperate times.

“Then you’re hired,”

“Oh, this is gonna be so good!” Once again having to duck away from his advance, you pressed a hand to the dirty front of his suit, holding him at bay.

“Stop that,”

“Hmm... Playing hard to get, I respect that.”

Maybe this wasn’t a great idea.

**

In hindsight, it worked out perfectly. Beej, as he had assured, was very good at his job. Just because that job entailed scaring the shit out of anyone and anything around him shouldn’t be held against him. 

Once again, incredulously if you had known in your life that your love of horror movies would have come in handy in your afterlife, you would have paid much more attention.  

Beej was impressed with your novice skill. The voice throwing came naturally to you, and your favourite trick was hiding in the corner of one of their bedrooms, positioning your arms and legs at odd angles and whispering to the sleeping boys, stifling giggles as they awoke, petrified and flew downstairs, waking everyone else in the house.

None of them could actually see you, but you had sworn the one redheaded one had locked eyes in the bathroom mirror, the two of you paused before the urge to scare rapidly left and the need to leave arose. Walking out the bathroom his eyes had definitely followed. 

He never told his friends about it, but BJ had said he watched him lay awake more than one night, clutching his sheets a little too tight. 

Possession was something you felt was unnecessary. Beej had often offered to uh.. Show you how it worked but the thought of BJ well.. Inside of you… It made your skin crawl and you didn’t know if it was from repulsion or excitement.

BJ was.. Unexpected in the best way. Devilishly Intelligent. Hilarious and.. You saw glimpses of his sweetness. He bashfully gave you dead flowers from the garden and was constantly sending you praises that would make you blush if you still had blood. How beautiful you were, how great of a scarer you were…. After getting over the whole stink thing, he was really cute and you might have been... Falling for him. Just the thought made you terrified. 

It all came to an end gradually. It was unexpected, you thought it would have been some big final fright, using all of your cunning ghostly powers. But no, one by one they just disappeared. Claiming to be moving back with family, dropping out, or simply leaving for ‘reasons’.

On the day you stood in the kitchen, now empty save for a few left behind appliances, the beaming smile sent to BJ couldn’t be contained.

“We did it.”

“You did it, babes. I was uh- Just along for the ride, I guess.”

Shifting closer to him, you saw with amusement Beej staring at your lips. The BJ of before would have taken your closeness as an immediate seduction, trying his luck. Now the fact he was trying to control himself, made your heart swell. 

The moment was broken by the sound of the front door opening, you held your breath to see who, or what entered.

A beautiful couple entered, followed by an obvious real estate agent, discussing the house. The couple seemed too good to be true, polite, and awed at the house. Seeing the little bundle of a baby tucked in the mother’s arm as they continued their inspection. You supposed in a way Aunt Gertrude had gotten her wish. And that could be enough.

You turned to Beej watching the scene with an odd countenance.   

“Thank you BJ, really. I’ve had a lot of fun.” You finally noticed. There was purple in his hair, something was making him sad.

“Why does it sound like you're saying goodbye?” 

Oh. oh.

Struggling to answer him, you watched as he further sank in himself. “I read the book, BJ..The Netherworld… Shouldn’t I be…”

“Not yet! Once you get there… We won’t be able to see each other this much... Haven’t we been having fun?” 

“Of course but-”

“Don’t leave!” His voice was frantic, higher-pitched than you ever heard, you couldn’t find the words to calm him.

“Please! I’ll… I’ve been looking into something…” The moment took the oddest turn when Beej practically flew to his knees, reaching out to you to clasp your hands between his before clearly speaking two words you never imagined him saying.

“Marry me.”

The words shocked you. Scandalized, you said the one thing you could.

“Beetlejuice!” That wasn’t it, the look on his face broke you. It was pitiful, desperate.

“No nonono say something else babes, let me explain!” You reached out, stroking his stubble as his giant, golden eyes glittered at you with so many emotions swirling.

“I’m not gonna send you away Beej, stop please.” Taking deep breaths between you, the urge to sink to the floor with him ran over you. Somewhere in your mind you realized how stupid this was, two ghosts having a panic attack in the kitchen, but weirder things have happened.

“If I… Marry a breather. I get brought to life. So I’ve been thinking..” Beej was asking to marry you.. Could ghosts and demons even get married? Would you have a wedding? Invite other ghosts to the ceremony?

“I don’t know BJ… We don’t even know if it will work,” You hadn’t said ‘no’ yet. At the moment, you couldn’t find the desire to do so. You liked Beej, it was the little things in death you realized that mattered. 

“What have we got to lose?.. I thought..”

Looking at him, on the floor with you. Overwhelmed with affection, you leaned forward, noting with glee Beej’s astonishment. Kissing the ghost with the most was... Everything and nothing what you expected. His tasted like cigarettes and dirt, still you leaned into him more.

The one thing that could make death totally rad. Being with him. He was absolutely right. Pulling away, looking at his blissed out face, eyes staying closed, you gave him your answer. 

“Yes. Okay. I’ll marry you.”

[forcebewitht]

Hi! Can i ask for the twst matchup? Thank you for doing this btw!

I'm an Aquarius ENTP 8w7 self-preserve yet chaotic evil. Am a decisive and assertive person, basically a natural-born leader. Though I like to procrastinate and lazing around, I always finish my job in perfection. I am a messy and quirky person, I don't mind imperfections. People call me different, unique, yet passionate and cheerful.

My hobbies are sleeping, eating, interacting with people and trying new stuffs as I get bored easily. The talent that I have would be me as a daring, stubborn and rebellious person. I'd question laws and don't mind getting into arguments as long as it would be beneficial.

I am looking for an intelligent, sharp yet calm partner to balance me as I am noisy and hyper, so am good at energizing people. Plus, i always think positively. My love language is acts of service and i have no preference love language for my partner. The thing that makes me keep going in my life is my curiosity, i believe i havent explored the world much.

My worst fear is veung weak, unable to have options. Life motto: "the cure for boredom is curiosity, yet there is no cure for curiosity". I don't really like some that I found, somehow, not intelligent. I like someone with vast knowledge.

Ahhhhhh, hello there, Grassie! I've been following your page for a bit, so this is quite the pleasant little treat! I shall be honest with you- I am also actually seeing two matchups for you! So, feel free to either take your pick or just take them both!

Your Match Ups are...

Malleus Draconia:

Ah, yes. Tsuntaro, the man, the myth, the legend himself- only fitting for you and the powerful aura you give off, honestly! Malleus would absolutely love to drag you around the school yard to show you where certain gargoyles are located and talk to you for hours all about them- but that doesn't mean that he is above your own wants and needs. He is definitely the calm yet intelligent sense of a person you so desire, and he would positively gush over you any and everytime you start getting really passionate about things as you so do! He would love to watch you work and ask a good dosing of questions so he can better understand how "Children of Men" work! Malleus loves using his words and gentle touches to show just how much he loves his little Child of Man, evening strolls and possible haunted house visits not being too out of the ordinary for the two of you. (I know you're probably happy about that one, now for the second...)

Jade Leech:

The calmer of the two eel twins, I see! Jade has great sensations of patience about him since he has had to handle- errrr... take care of Floyd and Azul for all of these years. Jade has an insane amount of both intelligence and calmness about him that equally balances out both his twin and the loveable yet emotional little Octopus Onceler. He is a true gentleman in its finest form, yet he does have his little odd tweaks about him. And this can be said for you as well, dear Grassie. There is always more to someone than meets the eye, hmm? Jade would love to take you on mountain climbing trips with him and swim around with you sometimes in his eel form if that is what you so wished. Just- do me a favor, okay? Watch out for the flowers. Oh- and the mushrooms. Definitely the mushrooms.

[deeeelightfuldee]

Are you better at cooking dinners or making cakes/biscuits/sweets? baking definitely. I want to get more comfortable cooking.

Have you ever cut someone else’s hair? yes. I used to be pretty good at doing my brothers hair-- even the fading. But I’m sure I’ve forgotten it all by now.

Who was the last guest in your house and what were they staying for? probably my sister or my nephews.

How many long term relationships have you been in? blegh. not many. Whenever I’d know that it didnt have long term potential, id drop it. no sense dragging out the inevitable.

Do you sleep with all the lights out, or do you leave a lamp or even the television on? so for the longest time I kept my room super dark. I slept well. once miller died and kile broke my heart, I couldn’t sleep without the tv playing. I needed to hear something calming and voices talking so I wouldn’t be left with my thoughts. I still can’t turn it off.

Who is one person you have forgiven, but still have not “forgotten” what they have done? i think its easy to say “forgive and forget” but the reality is that once we have endured trauma we don’t easily forget. I think its kind of unrealistic. I’m trying to forgive kile but thats going to take.. i dont know how long. As for what it was... it was just betrayal.. lying. for six+ years. lots of laughing at me. 

Are you a fan of Lana Del Rey? I like some of her songs.

Do you know your blood type? o+

Do you know your mother’s birthday? Yes. its coming up. 

Have you ever been pregnant? I dont think so. I was really late after my assault but who knows.

How old were you when you first went on a plane? like 7ish

Have you ever had to take out a loan for anything? Yeah, student loans. 15k feels so daunting right now.

Are both of your blood parents still in your life? One is. My mom.

When was the last time you went apple picking? highschool maybe?

Someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say? money.. or a trip.

Have you ever been drunk at school or work? definitely not. 

How many bedrooms are in your house? four. 

Are you smart about computers? I know some stuff.

Have you ever played Just Dance for Wii? oh heck’n yeah

Do you own a Xbox 360? I had one from my brother for a little while but I traded it for the gamecube since Kile was going to send me one of the 15 he had lol. That didn’t end up happening, but its OK i really dont need more gaming.

Would you ever do a sex tape for a million dollars? oooooooo.. probably not.

So, do you need a nap? all day is full of naps to try and get over this.

What would you rather be doing? school

What sport are you the best at? maybe volleyball or swimming

Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Nope, im the baby. 

Do you complain a lot? no, i try not to. I find complaining to be the most unattractive and yet common human trait and while there are definitely situations worthy of complaining, most of the time it just makes a situation worse than it actually was.

Would you rather go to an authentic haunted house or an ancient temple? temple

Do you like fruity or minty gum? definitely minty

Are you looking forward to any day of this month? i was really looking forward to Kile’s birthday on monday, but since we arent talking anymore then there is no joy in that. all the other special dates have been ruined by covid.

Have you ever gotten detention? Nope. homeschoolers and detention arent a thing. 

Is there a traumatic event that you’ve experienced that’s changed your life? oh sure. heartbreak, deaths, assaults, etc.

Do you buy a majority of your clothes from a certain store, or do you just pick out items of clothing you could see yourself wearing, not caring about the store it came from? no, i can’t be super picky because not every store carries clothing long enough for me.

Have any of the artists you’re fond of released new albums recently? i havent got a clue

Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet? I mean I’m very fond of cats & dogs

Ever cried so much you threw up? this is what happened the whole 2-3 weeks following finding out about Kile.

Who is your best guy friend? I suppose now that would be Nathan

What do you two do when you hang out? drives, game nights, get food/drinks, or just talk.

What is a movie that you thought you would hate but you ended up loving? Her

Do you even like horror movies? not particularly. I’ll watch them if someone else wants to but its not my preference.

Do you live in the country? i live in the suburbs i suppose.

What is your favorite accent? Some southern and British accents. <same ... i have no idea how I made the font like this.

Have you ever had a boyfriend your parents didn’t like? Not that I can think of.

Do you drink Pepsi or Coke? diet coke

What do you plan to do on your 21st birthday? my family celebrated during the day and then I think nathan took me out on the town

Do you have any person in your family with an addiction to beer? nope.

Do you take a lot of pictures? man. this question is hard. I used to love taking pictures of myself. I had much more self confidence and some of it was because kile LOVED my selfies -- or so he said. and I just had so much fun doing that. Since the heartbreak, I’ve maybe taken 10 selfies. I just don’t have any self confidence in my looks anymore. its so different now. most of my pictures now are of other people or scenery.

What kind of face wash do you use? cerave when I want to. otherwise i use water and a very particular type of fabric. 

Does drama always seem to follow you? No, i dont think so.

Does anybody in your family race? like cars? running? no.

Are you closer to your mom or dad? My mom.

How much money did you used to get from the ”tooth fairy?” I think i got it like 2x and it was a dollar.

Do you have a laptop or desktop? Laptop.

Do you like your parents? i love my mom.

Do you secretly like someone? No.

Would you ever date your best male friend? I don’t see any romantic feelings developing between nathan and I

What are you currently listening to? I have gilmore girls on.

Do you want to be single? oooof. Um. I am torn on this subject. On the one hand, i really am ready to be loved, held, protected, cared for, etc. I love the idea of building a life together with someone and us both protecting our unit. I miss supporting, cherishing, loving on someone. Yet on the other hand, im fine being single. I have so much insecurity about myself lately that I dk that anyone else needs to deal with that baggage. Idk

Did you go out or stay in last night? I stayed in. ill be staying in for some time.

Have you pretended to like someone? romantically, no. professionally, yes.

How is your heart lately? Sad. heavy. 

Are you wearing socks? not at the moment. 

What do people call you? Di, diana, dee, ana, di-nan-na, dine-uh, deenah.

Do you get stressed out easily? no, I really dont

Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance? yes

What is wrong with you right now? im sick. im heartbroken.

Do you own something from Hot Topic? not that I know of. if I do, it’d be from like middle school. I never shopped there but people tended to give gifts from there.

Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone? Alone. maybe I havent found the right sort of person to share a bed with.

Do you still talk to the person you last made out with? No.

Have you ever seen your best friend cry? Yes, several times. 

Did you get any compliments today? No.

Have you ever gone to a beach? many many many times.

What would you say if someone asked you to get high right now? not my thing. at all.

Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? Yes.

Have you ever done volunteer work just because you wanted to? Yes.

Do you have long nails? they are healthy length. I want to grow them out a bit more. 

Do you like the gender you are? Yeah.

Do you generally look nice in photos? Not anymore

Have you ever had a stick insect as a pet? no haha

What colour are your father’s eyes? Blue.

If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer? uhhhhm, blue october

Would you ever get into a long distance relationship? maybe not anymore. 

What’s your favorite hot beverage? hot chocolate from dunkin

Did you ever play an instrument? If so what? i did. no comment.

Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents? oooooohhhhhhhhh man i love both.

Do you think you’re important? I mean i offer some importance to this world but eh.

What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received? Hmm no idea.

Have you been diagnosed with any mental disorders? no

Have you ever moved to another state or country? If so, how did it feel to be new? No.

Do you know how to properly eat food with chopsticks? Nope.

What was the first thing you ate today? I haven’t eaten since breakfast yesterday

If you could spend the day, doing absolutely anything, with anyone, anywhere, what would it be like? for the longest time it was to spend the day driving aimlessly and getting food and talking about everything and nothing with Kile. now, its just.. idunno. blank.

If I were to ask you how you are doing, and you were only able to answer completely honestly, what would come out? I’m not doing well.

What is the one thing that you have been avoiding that you should do? There’s a few things related to school.

Is there anything that you wish you could take back? not really, no.

What, in your mind, could make you truly happy? this whole covid nonsense going away, heartbreak to soothe, and my miller back.

If you could change one conversation in your life, what would you say differently? Would it have REALLY made any difference? i dont know. 

When is the next time you’ll change your hairstyle? Will you color it? I just changed it up so itll be a bit.

Do people normally say you’re a fast typist, or are you rather slow? Fast.

Have you ever been considered the ‘smartest person in school?’ yes. several times.

How many drugs are in your system? lol lots of meds rn to kick this. usually none.

What’s on your schedule for tomorrow? the same as today.

Do you currently have any bite marks/hickeys on your body? No. i dont like the idea of bite marks but hickeys were fun for a time. in not visible areas tho.

Do you call anyone baby? Not anymore.

What’s your current mood? Bleh.

What were you doing before filling out this survey? Watching gilmore girls

How late did you stay up last night? I took PM meds at i wanna say 8? maybe 7? I don’t remember.

When was the last time you cried really hard? its been a few weeks since ive cried about Kile. I’m in the numb stage.

Is your hair longer than your shoulders? hahahahahahah

[fanfics4all]

Seeing The Past

Request: Yes / No Heyo! If it’s not too much trouble (which is fine if you’re busy!), can I get a 15, and 33 with Rick Grimes? Thank you! @arthur-morgans-sweetheart

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Rick Grimes x Rhee!Reader

Word count:  1926

Warnings: Glenn’s death  

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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Who knew the end of the world would happen this way? Dead people roaming the earth… People seeing their loved ones as rotting corpse walking around or lying dead on the ground. It was a depressing world, but my brother helped me keep surviving. Glenn Rhee was the one person I was living for still. We may not be related by blood, but he was my older brother (By only a year, but he acted like I was way younger.). I was adopted by his parents before the world went to shit. He was always protective of me and when the dead started walking, he was even more protective. I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere outside of where we were staying without him. He knew I could handle myself, but he didn’t want to take any risks. When our group found Alexandria, Glenn was so happy. He thought we were finally in a safe place and so did I. Glenn, Maggie, and I had our own house with running water and everything! It was amazing that a place like this still existed! It almost felt normal… That was until someone named Negan came into the picture…

Glenn went with some of our people to take care of the Saviors and Negan. I was told to stay back. Glenn and I fought and he ended up winning. Before they left I ran to the gate.

“Glenn!” I called to my brother and he turned around.

“‘I told you you’re staying here!” He said with a slight glare.

“I know, I am. I just wanted to say I love you and you better come back to me in one piece.” I said with a worried tone. His face softened and pulled me in for a hug.

“Y/N/N, don’t worry. We’ll be back before you know it.” He said smiling down at me.

“Please be careful…” I said and he nodded.

“I love you squirt.” He said ruffling my hair. Then I watched them leave and the gate close.

It was a week when the group came back. I watched the gate open and everyone walk in. I ran up to them and looked for Glenn. I didn’t see him. I didn’t see Maggie. I didn’t see Abraham. I didn’t see shasha. I didn’t see Daryl. I looked at what was left of the group confused and worried.

“W-Where’s Glenn?” I asked. Everyone looked at me sadly and the looked at Rick.

“Y/N-”

“Where is my brother?” I asked louder and more worried.

“I’m sorry…” Rick said and my eyes glossed over.

“No… No! He can’t be dead! What did you do!?” I shouted at him.

“Hey, it wasn’t his fault.” Carl said.

“Like hell it wasn’t! It was his idea to go after them in the first place!” I shouted with tears falling down my face.

“I’m sorry Y/N…” He said shaking his head.

“How did he die?” I asked looking at the ground, watching my tears hit the dark ground.

“You don’t want to know.” He said.

“That’s not your decision to make! How did my brother die?” I asked glaring at him through tear filled eyes.

“Negan. We didn’t kill them all… Negan killed him.” He answered.

“How?” I asked not accepting that as the answer.

“You don’t need to know that…” He said.

“Tell. Me. How. My. Brother. Died.” I said determined to know.

“He bashed his head in… there was blood all over the ground…” Rick said and I let out a cry.

“W-where’s his b-body?” I cried.

“Maggie took it with her to Hilltop. Her and Sasha.” He answered.

“This is your fault.” I said and ran into my house.

That happened months ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday…  My brother was dead. The one person that I was surviving for is dead. The rest of the group had been keeping their eyes on me because they thought I was a danger to myself. They weren’t wrong. I was a danger to myself, that’s why they took all my weapons from me. I could hear my brother’s voice every day and it was driving me crazy. He would tell me how this isn’t how mom and dad would want me to act. How he was worried about me. How I should leave my room. How I shouldn’t have hurt myself. How I should be living my life like he taught me. How I should be surviving…

“Hey Y/N?” The voice of the man I never wanted to see again rang through my room. I didn’t answer and just kept staring at the wall.

“Are you okay?” He asked. Again, I ignored him. He sighed and I felt him sit next to me on my bed.

“Glenn wouldn’t want you living like this.” He said and I looked at him for the first time since he told me my brother was dead.

“Don’t you say his name.” I growled at him.

“Y/N, Glenn would want you to survive, to fight-”

“He’s dead because of you!” I shouted getting up.

“Negan killed him not-”

“You’re the reason he was out there in the first place! He only went because of you! You killed him!” I shouted crying once again.

“I’m sorry…” He sighed.

“Get out.” I said.

“Y/N please, just let me talk.” He said and I growled.

“Get the hell out of my house!” I shouted and threw a book at him. Rick got up and I heard him shut the front door. I sat back on my bed and hugged my knees crying.

“You need to forgive him.” I heard Glenn say.

“He killed you…” I said looking up at him.

“No Y/N/N, Negan killed me not Rick.” He said and I shook my head.

“You went because of Rick…” I cried.

“I went because of you. I wanted to keep you safe and I knew that would be the only way to do it.” He said and I stared at him.

“You died because of me then?” I asked crying more.

“No, I died because of Negan.” He said and I swear I could feel his arms around me.

“You need to forgive Rick.” He said.

“Only if you don’t leave me again…” I said.

“I’ll never leave you.” He said and again I swear I could feel him kiss my head like he always did.

A week after that Glenn kept telling me to forgive him. I figured Rick would come check up on my again, but he never did. My brother told me to leave the house and apologize and forgive him. So for the first time in months, I showered, got dressed in something other than just Glenn’s clothes, but I still wore his sweatshirt. I walked downstairs and grabbed the handle to the front door.

“Just open the door Sis.” He said and I took a deep breath.

“You’ll be there with me right?” I whispered. I thought I felt his hand on my shoulder.

“Always.” He said and I opened the door. The sunlight felt nice on my skin, I haven’t seen it in so long. I could feel everyone looking at me. I kept my head down and walked to the Grimes’ house. I knocked on the door and after a few minutes I looked up to see Carl answer.

“Y/N? You’re- You’re here…” He said shocked and I nodded my head.

“Um… is your dad home?” I asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, come on in.” He said moving to the side. I walked in and he called up to his dad. Rick walked down and looked at me shocked.

“Carl, why don’t you go check on Rosita.” Rick said to his son. Carl nodded then left the house.

“Is everything okay, Y/N?” He asked.

“Forgive him.” My brother’s voice said to me.

“I’m sorry I blamed you… Glenn wouldn’t blame you.” I said and he looked at me shocked once again.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t bring your brother back to you.” He said walking closer to me.

“It’s okay… I know he’s always with me.” I said and Rick pulled me into a hug. I looked behind him to see Glenn smiling at me.

After that day Rick was keeping me close to him. He was actually really sweet and caring. He actually asked me on a date, which I thought was weird seeing as it was the end of the world, but I accepted. It was surprisingly nice, he made dinner, we watched some movie he had in their house, and the night ended with a kiss. It was a pretty nice night, and I haven’t had one of those since Glenn died…

We got into a relationship and everyone was shocked to say the least. But when they saw my smile back they understood. They were happy to see me back to normal. Well to them I was normal, but my brother haunted me. I wasn’t even sure if it was his ghost or if he was something my mind made up to help me cope. Rick wanted me to move in with him and Carl after a few months, but I was scared to. I didn’t want him to know about Glenn…

“Glenn?” I asked when I didn’t see him with me.

“Glenn? Where are you?” I asked my eyes starting to water. There was no answer.

“Glenn please!” I called out and tears left my eyes.

“Glenn, Don’t die on me– Please.” I cried holding my knees to my chest.

“Shhh, I’m right here Y/N/N.” I heard him say and I looked up to see him smiling at me.

“Where were you? I thought you were gone again.” I said sobbing.

“I’m sorry, Sis, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said.

“You can’t leave me like that! I can’t do this without you!” I said and he pulled me to him.

“Don’t worry little sis, I’m never leaving you.” He said.

“I love you Glenn.” I said.

“Y/N?” I heard Rick’s voice. I looked up and saw him looking concerned.

“Rick? What are you doing here?” I asked and looked my brother.

“Who are you talking to?” He asked looking around my room.

“N-No one…” I said.

“I heard you say your brother’s name. Do you see him?” He asked walking closer to me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” I said and glanced at my brother.

“Tell him.” Glenn said and I shook my head.

“No…” I whispered, but Rick heard.

“You are seeing him… How long?” He asked.

“I’m not seeing my-”

“Don’t lie to me.” He said sitting next to me on the bed.

“How long?” He asked.

“Since he died…” I said and he sighed.

“Y/N, he’s gone…” He said and I shook my head.

“No! He said he’d never leave me!” I cried and he pulled me to him.

“He’ll always be in your heart, but he’s not here Y/N.” He said and I shook my head.

“I can’t do it without him…” I said and he pulled my face up to look at him.

“You have me.” He said and looked into his eyes.

“I love you Y/N, and I’m going to do right by Glenn and protect you. Including protecting you from yourself.” He said then captured my lips in a kiss. It was sweet and mixed with the saltiness of my tears.

“Let me help you.” He said and I nodded.

“Okay…”

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[bryonieamber]

i love u guys so much ty

puttin this under a cut though cus it will be long!

The Killers are one of my favorite bands of all time. like. i adore all their shit so much. and most people only know them from "mr brightside" but like. EVERY album of theirs is fan fucking tastic. and Brandon Flower's own albums of the stuff he did solo is really good too.

Imploding the mirage is a fucking incredible album. and one of the songs features K.D LANG so u KNOW its good.

its hard to say what my favorite songs of theirs are cus i really love all of them so much. Dying breed. The Man. Battle Born. All These Things That I've Done.... those are probably some of my all time favorites.

and like i know this is something the kids say all the time, but Brandon Flowers gives me major gender envy. like. i wanna be him so bad. but like in a woman way.

AND like.... have you seen the music video for "just another girl"? because.... you should. (but it will only make sense if you watch the other music videos for the killers. it doesnt need to make sense to be good though so still watch it). here, i'll give you the link to it. just watch it. WATCH IT. i am begging you. https://youtu.be/3BwzP1laWkQ

I'm also a really big fan of Summer Camp. I've been listening to a lot of their stuff lately.

their album Beyond Clueless was done as the soundtrack for a documentary about coming of age highschool films. that alone should tell you everything about their vibe you need to know.

(the documentary, btw, isnt good. so dont watch it. but definitely listen to the album)

Romantic Comedy is also a good album of theirs. I hate how much i like You Complete me. that whole album is sappy in such a lonely way. Condale is probably my favorite album of theirs though, but honestly every album has so many good little songs.

they're not a very well known band, so PLEASE check them out. i dont know how to sell you on them but i think if you havent heard of them before you should hear The Fighters, and Down. and if you like those songs, you'll probably like the rest of their stuff as much as I do.

LET'S TALK ABOUT BAT FOR LASHES CAN WE PLEASE????

I loooooove Bat For Lashes. Natasha Khan, the singer and songwriter, is just such an incredible story teller through her music. all her albums have so much lore to them. and her music sounds like. idk. this sounds dumb but its like the music you'd hear a ghost sing.

speaking of ghosts, the album The Bride is one i actually didnt like at first, but its grown on me a whole lot. its all about a woman who'se husband dies in a car crash on the morning of their wedding day. its like... sad, obviously, but im giving you that context because that context is what made me like the album way more. gave me a new way to listen to it.

Don't listen to that album first though. Listen to Lost Girls. that album is about women who join a vampire clan. ITS GOOOOOOOD. The Hunger and Safe Tonight are AMAZING songs please LISTEN to them. please.

The Haunted Man is probably my favorite album though. just because it has the most of my favorite songs.

If you're still reading this, im sorry, i dont wanna overwhelm you with music recs. i'll try to speed past through these next ones.

Innouwee is VERY good? so why has nobody heard of them? Listen to the album Ghosts and Shadows. its short, and its all good. every one.

YLHCSD (you love her coz she's dead) is.... VERY difficult to reccomend. i gotta warn you, its nothing like any of the rest of these bands. its like. very heavy electronica. i dont think anyone will like it, but i really like Superheroes and Nowhere To Run To. if you're just starting out though, you should ease yourself in with Lilya Forever or Softer Cell, before you ruin your ears with the rest of their music.

Iiris is very good. If you were like me in middleschool, and got really into Kerli, you'll love Iiris. The Magic Giftbox is an amazing album, but the rest of her stuff is kinda hit or miss. i still think all her stuff is very good sounding.

Dum Dum Girls should definitely be your thing if you liked my Summer Camp or Innouwee recommendation. Too True is such a nice Album! and that doesnt sound as glowing as my other recs, i know, but i mean nice in like. just laying down staring at the ceiling kinda way. like the music is so good but so easy and relaxed. its nice. Trouble Is My Name is probably my fav song of theirs.

And finally i just wanna talk about Italians Do It Better.

no, its not a band. and its not a genre. its more like. an umbrella that a bunch of very similar bands are all under. and they all have a very similar style. I think Johnny Jewel is their main guy. he does great work, and he's composed a lot of original scores for a bunch of those freaky art house type films. and usually those movies he composes for will use music by other artists under the Italians Do It Better umbrella.

The main band, that some of you might actually have heard of, Chromatics, are... SO good. if that name doesnt ring a bell, then the song Kill For Love might... maybe.... if not, still listen to it. They have a BUNCH of albums, and they all have a bunch of songs on them, so it'll take a while to hear all their best songs, but definitely listen to Move a Mountain, On The Wall, and Twist The Knife.

Some more of the best of Italians Do It Better includes Desire and Heaven. But they have fewer stuff, so you only have to listen to Saturday, by Desire, and Truth Or Dare, by Heaven.

OKAY that's it. im done. i wont recommend any more bands to you guys (i didnt even touch on all the vaporwave i listen to, you're welcome).

Thank you for indulging me. i feel like nobody has ever listened to my favorite bands and i'd love if more people would listen to them.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

there was an ask list but instead of reblogging it im just doing the thing where i answer it all and put it here under a readmore

what mythical creature do you wish actually existed? idk i like griffins but i feel like thats boring b/c they dont like have any Powers...

soundcloud or vinyls? i dont rly use either lol

what book does everyone right now need to read? whatever they want i have no huge recs. i like the ashbury high / brookfield series & thats kinda unknown but thats it

do you like wearing other people’s shirts/jackets? its not much of a thrill...i guess im neutral but it has to fit me for starters

what was the best thing that happened to you this month? i donno. watched some stuff, had ppl compliment me

what’s a promise you’ve recently made to yourself? i periodically tell myself to care less about various shit

would you rather be the sky, the ocean or the forests? i guess the sky....clouds are nice. the ocean is full of heinous shit and the abyss. the forest can be kinda iffy too and also cut down

would you kiss the last person you kissed again? i havent kissed anybody romantically* so its not really an issue for me

do you plan your outfits? rarely

how do you feel right now? eh theres the usual undercurrents of misery and frustration but that’s just bg noise most of the time. im alright i suppose

what’s the last dream you remember having? well i was having trouble driving, which is a frequent dream, because it was a bus, which is an unusual detail. i think we were trying to take a roadtrip to a beach in another country, which is a thing that happens in my dreams lately. but then i suddenly found out i was in a play that was in like rehearsal/performance stages already, which is also common. my role was to act like i was real gay for some other guy character. i was like lol no prob

what are you craving right now? im usually a bit hungry i guess

turn ons/offs? i like people who can go along with a joke i suppose and who seem interested in other people and what they have to say. too many things repel me from other ppl to list

when was the last time you cried? why? i’ll cry super easily if im just imagining some sad concept

did the one person who hurt you most in your life apologize? there’s some contenders there smh...but no

do you bite or lick your ice cream? lick....

favorite movie ever? i dont have one

do you like yourself? yeah im alright enough

have you ever met or seen in person a celebrity? not like an a-lister no

how many countries have you visited? just the one ive always been in

have you ever been in a castle? no

what’s the craziest/bravest thing you’ve done? i dont think anything too special. got in front of a car w someone but it was moving slow. proceeded w my stage entrance anyways even when a curtain cue got effed up & led the Improvisation of working around it, but that was dance so nobody had any lines to change

what’s on your mind right now? hoping it tstorms really dramatically later

what’s your zodiac sign? gay

name 5 facts about yourself. my eyes are blue, my pupils dont dilate evenly coz one is a bit less dilatable, im horribly nearsighted, i can cross one eye, i have sort of a unibrow

do you believe in karma? i dont believe in not karma

ever been in love? not romantically*

whom do you admire and why? a lot of activists, im interested in activism and volunteering but have rarely been able to actually be involved in things

what was your favorite bedtime story as a child? man i dont remember having bedtime stories, i dont think i did that much after learning to read myself. i read “pat the bunny” a lot for my little brother, that one was his fave

did you make someone laugh today? i dont think so

do you believe in ghosts? ive always liked hearing about ghost shit, i am not inclined to think that everyone who says theyve had Ghost Encounters is lying, i know ppl personally who have stories who i dont think are lying and it would be presumptuous to say like “well but they probably didnt REALLY x y or z,” and yet still i am always skeptical abt the whole thing. i am agnostic abt everything ever re afterlife stuff, but again—if we’re in a horror movie haunted house situation and shits going down, im going to assume ghosts and everything ive heard about them is true and act accordingly until we’re out of there, Greg The Adamant Disbeliever can have fun dying. and catch me not messing around w ouija boards or any of that shit either...im good.

if you could go back in time which time period would you visit? visit....damn i dunno.

would you want to live forever? why/why not? i mean if other ppl are doing it to then it might be fine. but like me specifically as things are now living forever, im not much interested. someone else can have my immortality

what makes you sad? shit like, life man

was today typical? why/why not? yeah i didnt do anything interesting

who do you trust the most? i dont particularly distrust anyone but i dont really have anything i’d need to trust anyone over

what did you have for breakfast today? i didnt

do you have any regrets looking back in your life? not really

what’s your favorite fictional universe? i dont have one

favorite tv show? i dont have one

share a favorite quote. i have some but i’ll never be able to think of one on the spot

what does your ideal day look like? ahh idk. doing something fun while being around other people

do you have any hobbies? i guess drawing / writing count. theres other things but i dont do them regularly / recently

share a small random book passage that means something to you. dont have one

what’s something you always wanted to do but were too scared? theres not really anything like that

do you usually date people your age or older/younger? neither

who means the world to you? why? any cat ive ever met b/c theyre angels

best books you’ve ever read? i guess i can plug the ashbury/brookfield books again

who is your favorite cartoon character? i gotta say lars dont i

coffee or tea? tea

would you rather be extremely rich or extremely loved? loved but like by multiple ppl right? gimme that magnitude in Widely rather than Intensely

are you a dog or a cat person? i feel like only dog ppl consider this to be a real Binary

what is your biggest addiction? biting my lip endlessly lol

do you ever think about the galaxy? sure

what’s your favorite color? blue

do you have a good relationship with your parents and siblings? why/why not? nah...my sibs and i are like friendly acquaintances i guess. thatll be an abusive household i guess

are you a morning or a night person? night

have you ever dealt with a mental illness? I Guess

how would your friends describe you? uhhhh people say im funny sometimes

do you consider yourself and extrovert or an introvert? bit of both

what’s something you love watching/reading but you are too embarrassed to admit you do? i dont think i have any secrets there

describe yourself in 3 words. extremes, thoughtful, Gay

best memory as a child? idk i always liked swimming and going to pools / waterparks

what is your eye and hair color? blue / brown, respectively.

do you like crystals? theyre cool

if you could change one thing in the world, what would it be? imperialism banned

what’s your hogwarts house? idk slytherin hufflepuff or smthing

biggest pet peeve? theres many..

would you rather go to a cocktail party with your best friends or stay home and read a book/watch a movie with your pet? well first i need the mythical best friend group but also can we be doing something more fun than a cocktail party

share a secret. I’ve Pooped Outside

would you rather live longer or happier? this might only be a difficult choice if it was live shorter or happier

who’s story is your biggest inspiration in life? why? nobody coz idk

do you wear glasses? yes

forest or river? forest

do you like exercise? its alright i dont like just straightup running though

do you like poetry? it depends on who the poet is. cishet white dudes shouldnt be allowed, for starters

any special talent that you have? i’m good at telling if lines are parallel lol

[imagines-dreams]

Not a Saint or a Demon - Connor Murphy Imagine

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE/DEATH (if you need someone to talk to my inbox, messages are always open!)

Summary: Even though your boyfriend’s parents hated you, that didn’t stop you and Connor from dating. However, when the first day of senior year comes, your life changes forever, and what haunts you is that you could’ve seen it coming.

Word Count: 5798

Notes: Italics are your texts. Bold are Connor’s.

You hadn’t seen Connor all summer, so on the first day of school, you were jumping out of bed before your alarm, eating a balanced breakfast, and making sure Connor’s gift was with you several times. You had been saving up your money for that professional art kit he had wanted for two years. It was the perfect plan. It was your senior year after all.

You bounced through the halls and watched for the familiar pale blue eyes and light brown hair.

The bell rang and plucked you out of your reverie.

Maybe he was running late. Just then, you spotted Zoe rushing to her first period. Maybe he was walking. Sometimes, Connor needed a walk to calm himself down. You held his present in one hand and fumbled for your phone with the other.

“Hey, you need some help?”

You looked up. “Yeah, uh, my phone’s right-”

“I got it.” The girl handed you your phone. “(Y/n), right?”

You pursed your lips. “Yeah. Alana?”

“Wow, I’ve heard so much about you. Not in a bad way. I mean, some in a bad way, sure, but I’ve never met you. Isn’t that crazy?”

You tried to smile, but it seemed like she was just like everyone else. Connor was known as a freak, and being his girlfriend resulted in some nasty rumors about you. “I’ve heard-”

“I mean, it isn’t that crazy. I’m not sure if we even like the same things. Like, you like student government.”

You let Alana ramble on for a minute. Then, she left, saying something about not wanting to have a tardy on her transcript or something. Once she was gone, you quickly texted Connor. Missing you. I got you a gift to make up for the weeks I havent been with you. You clenched your jaw and ran to your first class.

Every second was an hour to you. You tapped your pencil furiously for that one class to be over. Soon enough, the bell rang, and you bolted out of the door. You needed to give Connor his present. It was obvious he was having one of those days, so maybe you could help him. Skipping some classes on the first day wasn’t a crime anyway.

Then, you saw him. Connor’s hair was down, and he was wearing his signature color. However, his shoulders were square. His fists were clenched. His eyes were red. Something else was off, too. A kid you didn’t recognize was on the ground.

Then, Connor’s eyes met yours. Once they did, you rushed forward to hug him or comfort him in any way you could.

He had other plans. He ran in the opposite direction.

You didn’t even pause. You ran after him. You wanted to call out his name, but that would only bring more unwanted attention. You held Connor’s gift to your chest and paused in running. You knew where to find him anyway. You leaned against the wall to catch your breath. When the tardy bell rang, you shook your head and continued your trek to find Connor. You found him under the bleachers as he fumbled through his backpack.

“Connor?”

He jumped up from his seat. “Shit!” he hit his head right on the bottom of the bleachers.

“I’m sorry!” You flew over to him and reached for his head. “Are you ok? Do you need anything?”

Connor hesitated for a moment or two as he contemplated what his next action to be. “I’m fine.” He took a deep breath. “It’s great to see you again.”

You smiled. Seeing that he still wasn’t smiling, you opened your arms.

Connor’s lips curled only slightly and he let himself fall into your arms. Once he touched you, he immediately realized how much he missed your warmth. Conner pulled you into his embrace and squeezed you tightly. He took a deep breath and relaxed in your embrace.

You rubbed his back. “It’s ok. I’m here for you.”

He scoffed. “Summer’s been really shitty without you,” he whispered.

“Well, now nothing has to be shitty.” You laughed a little. “Now, we’re together. I’m here for whatever you need, ok? I’ll always be here.”

Connor stiffened. “Yeah. I know.”

SInce you’ve known him for quite a long time, you already knew something was bothering him more than usual. When he pulled away, you opened your mouth, ready to ask him.

“You said you had a present for me.”

You blinked a few times. Maybe it was best not to press. You held out the bag. “I saw it and immediately knew it belonged to you.”

Your boyfriend smiled. Both of you sat down on the turf, and he pulled you into his side.

“Someone needs cuddles huh?” you teased.

He just shook his head. “Stop it. I’m trying to open your gift, aren’t I?” He took a deep breath before slowly unwrapping it. When his eyes fell on what lay inside, he froze.

You gulped. Maybe he already had something like it. “If you don’t-”

“You didn’t have to,” he said. He traced his fingers over the box. “I didn’t get you anything.”

“Seeing you again, it’s enough.”

Connor bit his lip. “This can’t belong to me.”

You laughed. “It’s a professional art set, Connor. Of course it does. Every artist needs some good materials.” You smiled. “Although, you definitely do not need professional things for your art to stand out.”

He let out a small laugh. “Thank you, really. It’s been hell without you.”

You let your head fall on his shoulder. “I missed you, too.” With a small sigh, you asked, “So, am I sneaking into your house, or you’re sneaking into mine?”

Connor stared at the ground. “I don’t think I can make it today. Larry’s being an ass and the security is getting tight.”

“Oh.” You bit your lip in thought. “Maybe I could ask them.” Even as the words left your mouth, you knew how that would end up. “I mean, it’s been years. Maybe they’ll let me in the house.”

Connor shook his head. “It won’t work.”

“We could hang out after school,” you suggested.

He blinked a few times as he planned what would happen after school in his head. “Actually, uh, remember that old pastry shop by Griffin Street?”

You tilted your head. “That’s all the way across town. Are you sure you wanna meet up there?”

Connor nodded. “Just be there after school, ok?”

“Connor-”

“Please!”

You flinched.

Connor took a deep breath and wrung his hands. His voice grew softer than a whisper. “Sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry.” He looked you in the eye and forced a smile. “Just, please, be there after school.”

You wanted to press the issue. Obviously, there was something bothering him. “Do you promise to talk to me about what’s going on?”

Once again, your boyfriend stiffened. “I promise you’ll understand.”

You nodded. “Ok. Ok, good.” You gripped his hands. “I just care a lot about you, Connor. You get that, right?”

He gulped. “I know.”

You two stayed under the bleachers for a long while. For most of the time, Connor just held you in his arms and tried to breathe as steadily as he could. You snuggled into his chest and held onto his jacket. Both of you just desperately wished you could stay like that forever.

Then, a teacher found you and ordered that you go to your respective classes.

You pulled Connor most of the way to his class. Before you let him go, you straightened his jacket and ruffled his hair.

“What the fuck, (Y/n)?” he laughed.

“Sh!” You continued to adjust random things on his appearance. Then, out of nowhere, You pulled him by his jacket and pressed your lips against his shortly. You pulled away right after and smiled. “Sorry, you’re too cute when you smile and blush, Connor Murphy.”

Connor’s eyes were glazed over, and his breathing turned ragged. He blinked a few times before pulling you towards him and kissing you as hard as he could.

You gasped and smiled against his lips before kissing him back. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you tried to pull him even closer to you. Connor grabbed your hips with one hand while the other held your neck as he tried to memorize how it felt like to kiss you. How his skin sparked whenever you touched or how the overwhelming amount of adrenaline made both of you feel like you were on top of the world.

Connor pulled away first and raised his hands so he could cup your cheeks. “I love you,” he whispered, “so fucking much.”

It felt like the air was sucked right out of you, from the kiss, and from his words. You smiled and kissed his nose. “I love you, too. So. Fucking. Much.”

“What are you kids doing?” a teacher screeched. “Get back to class!”

Connor laughed a little. He pulled you in for one more kiss and walked to class. You saluted the teacher and entered your class with a smile on your face.

You spent the rest of the day in a daze. You couldn’t believe that someone like Connor loved you so much.

Lunch passed, and Connor wasn’t present.

Just then, you got a text from him. Skipping lunch and everything

Be at the pastry shop after school

Please

You grit your teeth. Connor is everything ok?

Stop worrying

Im fine

Ill tell you at the shop

Your finger hovered over the call button. If you called, Connor would get mad, but would that matter? Connor had had episodes where he was like that. Maybe you were overreacting.

You promise? You ended up texting.

I promise

You took a deep breath. I love you

I love you

You smiled and went about your day. Finally, the end of school came, and you headed to the other side of town. You searched the shop for Connor, but he wasn’t there. He was probably running late. Convincing Zoe to drive him to you was always a challenge. You clutched your phone and waited for his texts. You reread the words he last sent you and beamed. How was it that that boy was so amazing? It wasn’t even his voice. Those three words were already making your heart race.

Then another notification.

You jumped and opened Connor’s new text.

(Y/n), I love you very much, which is why i had to

You stopped reading.

No, the text was too long. No, it was too suspicious. No, it couldn’t be. Why didn’t you see it sooner? You dropped your phone and picked it up and rushed to the Murphy house. He told to you to go to the other side of the fucking town, and you didn’t see it coming. He wanted you as far from his house as you could get. He said that he loved you more than once in one day. He said he didn’t deserve his gift. He was showing all the signs you’ve read about and researched, and you couldn’t fucking catch it.

He had to be ok. He had to be. You were going to find him before anything happened, and everything was going to be ok. You were going to force his parents to give him therapy. You were going to get a job to pay for it. You were going to graduate and move in together and curse at the world together.

Connor Murphy, the love of your life, was going to be ok.

Then, you were at his house. Cynthia’s car was in the driveway, but that didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that his parents banned you from seeing each other. You were going to see him whether they allowed you to or not. You took your key, courtesy of Connor, and stormed in.

“What are you doing here?” screeched the woman. “Get out of my house!”

He couldn’t be gone. He couldn’t be. You love Connor Murphy with all you could. He took up your thoughts and joined you in your dreams. You wanted to be with him whenever he needed it and when he didn’t. You wanted to hold him and to be held by him. You wanted the pointless arguments and the soft cuddles. You want everything with him.

You rushed up the steps. He was going to be ok. You zipped past Zoe’s room. He was going to be ok. You flung open Connor’s door. He had to be ok.

Everyone heard you scream. “Connor!” You were wrong. He wasn’t ok. He was far from it. You screamed again, you weren’t sure what you said, but seconds later there were people around you. The next thing you knew was that you were kneeling on the ground and the feeling of anger, sadness, and guilt eat you up until you felt empty. Just empty.

He was gone. The love of your life, Connor Murphy, was gone.

You were there when the ambulance came. You were there when they told you the news. You were there when they lowered him into the ground. You were there for him, and it was the cruelest joke you’ve ever been through.

You kept on reliving that day, his last day. You had so many chances. You could’ve confronted him under the bleachers. You could’ve stayed there and forced him to tell you what he was doing. You could’ve called him when he left ans ask what was wrong. You could’ve stayed at school a little bit later and get that text earlier. You could’ve ran faster. You could’ve done something that would’ve made you seconds earlier. You might’ve saved him. He could’ve been alive.

But, he wasn’t. You didn’t save him. You weren’t there for him, the one time it was most important.

His last text to you was his note to you. According to his parents, he didn’t address one to them or to Zoe. So, it was just you. They unlocked Connor’s phone and read his last text to you because you didn’t allow them to see your phone. The school counselors gave you attention, the same attention every fucking person in that school apparently needed. Everyone was Connor’s best friend. Everyone was your best friend, too, apparently.

“I’m so sorry about what happened to you.”

“Hey, you’re gonna be ok.”

“You’ll find someone else.

“We’re having an assembly,” the principal told you. “Would you like to speak?”

You glared at him. He wanted you to give a speech about the boy you loved, the boy you failed to protect, in front of people who thought they knew him a few days after he took his life. DId that idiot know anything about human emotions, or was he just taunting you?

You slipped past the doors and tried to avoid the assembly, but the speakers were telling you exactly what was happening in the gym.

Then, you heard his voice. A stuttering mess at first, then a well thought-out speech that followed. Evan Hansen. Connor’s best friend.

You clenched your fists, and your vision got blurry. You were Connor’s best friend, and you knew for a fact that Evan Hansen was not Connor’s best friend, friend, acquaintance.

You cornered the kid after school. “What the fuck are you doing?” you spat out.

“W-What I, uh, w-what do you-”

“Connor’s best friend, that’s shit.” You towered over the kid. “I’m his best friend and girlfriend. Connor never went back to that fucking orchard, and he preferred a slice of pie over ice cream any day. You think you know him so well from what, huh? From the rumors you hear? Who do you think you-”

“Woah!”

You blinked a few times as a new player came onto the scene. A kid with glasses and a laptop under his arm. Evan Hansen was cowering behind him as tears welled up in his eyes. You almost felt sorry for him.

“How do you know who Connor Murphy was anyway?” the kid accused you.

“Because he loves me!” you shouted. Tears fell on your fists, and it was hard to breathe. He was gone, and you couldn’t get him back. “Because I love him,” you whispered.

His eyes widened. “You’re (Y/n), his girlfriend.”

“No shit,” you muttered.

“Ok, ok, well, we can fix this.”

“Fix?” you screamed. “This guy claims that he knows a guy who he probably never heard about and is getting fame off of his death!” Your voice cracked as you said that last word.

“Well, then, let me explain. Can I explain? Because afterward, you’re going to want to be involved in the Connor Project.”

You scoffed.

“We won’t fake anything anymore if we have you. You know that, right?”

You paused. They mentioned The Connor Project during the assembly. “To keep his memory alive,” you whispered.

The kid nodded. “See, like that. You could do that for us.”

You gulped. Keeping Connor’s memory alive. You could definitely do that. No one would remember Connor as a freak anymore. They could see him as the person he was, an artist with problems and successes. You fixed your hair and wiped your tears. “Fine, but if I don’t like what you say, I’m exposing everyone involved.”

The kid, Jared, explained to you Evan’s anxiety, what had happened in the computer lab, the incident in principal’s office, and what he had said at the Murphy’s house.

“They invited Evan to their house?”

Evan nodded.

You took a deep breath. They hated you that much. You paced as you tried to make a plan. Going to the Murphy’s house when they despised you as much as they did would be a tragedy for both sides. You wouldn’t be able to look at any part of the house without breaking down. You wouldn’t be able to talk without arguing with them. You wouldn’t be able to breathe knowing that that was the house Connor had…

No, you had to do something else.

You took a deep breath. “Who’s in charge of what goes on the website?”

“Alana is,” Jared told you.

“Then, I need to talk to her. I know what to put on the site, and it’s not going to be some emails.” You eyed Evan. “It’s going to be real.”

For the next few days, you spent your time scouring your house for anything of Connor’s, specifically something he gave you before summer started. Once you found it, you sat down and traced his name that was scratched onto the cover. You weren’t going to show them everything, but there were a few things everybody needed to see if they wanted to honor Connor.

You flipped through the pages, careful to not rip or tamper anything. When tears began to fall, you held the book slightly away from you, so nothing could soil it. You flipped through the charcoal sketches. A sunset here. A few trees here and there. A rose bush on one page and a sunflower on the next. However, more than half of the pages were of you. One with hair covering your face as you tried to study the textbook. One where the light of your laptop shined on your face as you scrolled through your favorite sites. One where flowers adorned your hair like a crown.

There was a clump of pages where it was just rough sketches.

“I can’t get your smile right,” he had told you as he threw the book away.

You had picked up his book and placed it in his lap. “Connor, your drawings are amazing, and I still don’t get why you want me to pose for you.”

He glared at you. “I still can’t get it right.” He opened his book. “I would show everyone these,” he pointed at his landscape drawings, “because you know, it looks nice and shit, but yours…” He showed you one of his drawings of you.

You gasped. “Connor, this is amazing.” Your fingers hovered over the drawing, scared to ruin it. “It’s like a photograph, but I actually look great.” You kissed him. “It’s beautiful.”

Connor had smirked. “Do I get a kiss for each drawing?”

“Are you trying to bribe me, Connor?”

“Maybe,” he had whispered as he pulled you in for another bruising kiss.

You wiped your eyes and sighed. No, not the drawings of you. Just the ones that he told you he would’ve shown everyone. The sun. The forest. The flowers. Not you. Just not you.

Plus, it would be one big surprise to the Murphy’s if they found out you were the one putting up the content.

Weeks later, buried in Connor’s old sketches, you scrolled through the newly-redesigned website. Sketches of Connor were everywhere. Alana even put in a link meant for a gallery of Connor’s drawings. Funds for reopening the orchard were changed into funds for the old art museum. Alana didn’t mention your name on the website, per your request, and you couldn’t be more grateful. Jared actually grew closer to you as a friend who helped chose which drawings to put on the website. Evan continued to tell the Murphy’s about the increased interest in The Connor Project because of anonymous help.

Then, something made you snap.

Evan stuttered, “(Y/n)?”

“Evan,” you calmly said, “what is it? Everything ok?”

Evan stiffened. “Uh, I told them.”

“Evan, told who?”

“T-The Murphy’s.” He bowed his head and frantically looked around. “Can we, uh, maybe, go somewhere. Privacy?”

You nodded. You led Evan outside. “Ok, what happened?”

Evan wrung his hands. “I told them I wasn’t, uh, that the letter was, uh, that it wasn’t his.”

“Oh,” you gasped. You reached out to touch him, but you hesitated. How were you supposed to help him? “You need anything?”

The boy shook his head. “Not from you. I mean, I think you need to talk to them.” Evan picked at the hem of his shirt as he tried to explain. “They asked me where I got the drawings from. If they were real, too.” He held up his hands. “I didn’t tell them about you, I swear, but I think they need to, you know,” he cleared his throat, “know. Right?”

You gulped. You knew it was going to happen eventually, but were you ready to go back inside the house Connor lived in? Were you ready to face the people who neglected him? The people who loathed you?

“You don’t have to!” Evan said. “But, they asked if I could bring Mr. Anonymous over.”

You had to do it. You had to face them. You had to tell them about Connor, the true Connor. Slowly, you nodded. “When?”

“Tonight.”

You pursed your lips. “Yeah. Ok. There’ stuff I need to talk to them about anyway.”

That night, you stood outside the Murphy house. For once, you were going to technically be welcome there. Evan was next to you, and his nervousness showed more than yours. “R-Ready?” he stammered.

“Yeah.” You held out your hand. “Ready, Evan Hansen?”

He nodded and took your hand.

You knocked on the door and waited. The door opened. Larry was standing there. His scrunched-up eyebrows and hate in his eyes didn’t help the brick in your stomach. “(Y/n), what are you doing here?”

“You asked for the Anonymous art provider,” Evan said. He nodded to you. “This is her. She, I mean. This is she.”

You smiled a little, while Evan coughed into his fist. “Hi, Larry.”

“It’s Mr. Murphy to you.”

You sneered. “I was the one who provided the sketches by Connor. Whether you like it or not, your son was open to me, and to honor him, I showed everyone who wanted to see the real Connor Murphy.” You smiled a smile that was too wide. “Why? Do you remember him as someone else, Larry?”

Larry’s frown deepened. He opened the door even wider.

Evan and you stepped in before he could change his mind. You sat down next to Evan, while Cynthia dropped her fork at the sight of you. “Evan, I thought you were bringing the anonymous art provider.”

Evan pointed at you. “That’s she.” He immediately cleared his throat and shrunk back in his seat.

You smiled a little. “Hello, Cynthia.” You nodded to the other girl. “Zoe.”

The teenager just glared at you and picked at her food.

Cynthia quickly recovered with a polite smile. “So, (Y/n), do you have some of his drawings with you?” she tried.

You shook your head. “No, I don’t.”

“Why not?” she asked.

You shrugged. “Connor told me to not show you.”

The woman pursed her lips and blinked several times. “(Y/n), I’m his mother. I do believe I can see-”

“No, you can’t,” you snapped. “Connor told me to keep his drawings from you and your family.” You gulped. “That’s why all of his sketchbooks are at my house, not here.” You served yourself some food. You had a feeling they were going to kick you out, so might as well. You shoved food into your mouth. After you gulped, Cynthia asked, “Why the, uh, art museum? Connor’s never been there.”

You scoffed. “You don’t know your son.” You tilted your head and stared at your plate. “He took me there on our fourth date. He’s been there so many times, the custodian greets him by name.”

She held her breath. “I didn’t know.”

“You don’t know a lot of things.”

“Hey,” Larry pointed at you, “stop talking to my wife that way.”

“Connor was a person. Not a saint or a demon. A person. When both of you realize that, I will talk to you with respect.” You laughed, although there was no humor anywhere in your laugh. “What do you expect from him? Even in death, you put him on a pedestal.”

“I don’t.” Zoe stared at you through her hair.

You took a deep breath. You couldn’t find it in yourself to hate her. Connor had told you about the incidents between him and Zoe. Then, she found out her boyfriend was lying to her from the start. It was hard for her, but she knew Connor better than her parents did. At least, there was that.

You sighed. “I know.” You bit your lip. “Evan didn’t lie about that,” you breathed out. You smiled a little as you remembered what Connor would say about his sister. “He did talk about you, positively and negatively.”

“When was which?”

“Depends.” You shrugged. “He did it with me, too.”

Cynthia tilted her head. “Talked about you negatively?”

You gulped. “Yeah. He had his bad days and good days, as people do.” You turned to Zoe. “I’m sorry for what happened between the two of you.”

Zoe’s eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything.

You continued, “His sickness is no excuse for what he did, and there’s nothing I could say to make it up.” You sucked in air before you started again. “But, if you want to know more about your brother as the person he, uh, was, I can answer your questions.”

Zoe had licked her lips. “Did he go back to the orchard?”

Evan bowed his head in shame as you shook your head. “He preferred the art museum or the pastry shop on Griffin.” You gulped down another bite of food. As everyone tried to ignore the deafening silence, your thoughts overtook you. You had been in that house several times, but you had never been there to eat and dine with Connor’s parents. You were always in his room.

“Finally,” Connor had breathed when you gripped his windowsill. He had helped you into his room and engulfed you in a hug. Through your shirt, you could already feel salty tears on your shoulder as you held him tightly. “It’s going to be ok,” you had whispered. You had woven your hands through his hair. “I’m here. I’ll always be here for you.”

You blinked back tears and stared past the stairs and at Connor’s bedroom door. “Have you opened it?” you asked them. “His door?”

Larry’s steely gaze burned into you. “Yes. We had to.”

You gulped. “Would you mind?”

“Of course we would,” Larry snapped. “You’re not allowed in this house.”

“Larry!” his wife shouted.

“No, why is she here? What does she know about our son?”

“Your son,” you gently said, “was my boyfriend.” As your voice grew, Evan shrunk back into hi seat and teared up.

Larry pointed at your friend. “He didn’t know anything, Cynthia. Why should we believe her? She could be lying. Do you want to go through that again?”

The woman put a hand up to her mouth and cried. Her daughter just clenched her fists as she tried to ignore the scene erupting before her.

You stomped up to Larry, and even though he was much taller than you were, you were not intimidated. How dare he question the relationship between you and Connor. You love him. He loved you. For over two years, the two of you endured the world together, and Larry was demeaning all of that.

“What’s his favorite color?”

“He wore it,” Larry shot back.

Black? They really thought black was Connor’s favorite color? You shook your head. “It was a faded yellow. It reminded him of the yellowed pages in his sketchbook. He wore black so charcoal stains wouldn’t show.”

Larry interrogated you. “Who was his best friend?”

“I was!” You scoffed. “What, you wanted me to say Evan? I know your son better than you do, and you don’t like that, don’t you?”

The man just sneered. “That’s it. I don’t need to put up with this any longer.” He disappeared into his room. Cynthia trailed behind him as she whimpered things you couldn’t understand.

You wiped your eyes. “I guess I’m not welcome here.” You looked back to see Evan staring at Zoe, and the girl staring at her lap, deep in thought. You cleared your throat. “Evan, do you want to stay?”

He shook his head and bolted to you.

“Zoe,” you said, “I meant every word I said to you.”

Then, you and Evan left the Murphy house.

A few days later, Zoe approached you. “(Y/n)?”

You gasped and pressed your fingers to your forehead. “Sorry, uh, bad day.” Sometimes the weight of what happened just didn’t leave you. You tried to force a polite smile. “Yes?”

Zoe pursed her lips. “I wanted to thank you.”

You tilted your head. “I’m sorry, uh, but why?”

“For being with him.” The girl shrugged. “I still don’t know why you did, but it made him,” she stared at her books as she tried to find the right words, “better.” She gulped. “I didn’t know he told anyone about what happened between us.”

You nodded. “He was mad, unrightfully so. He just didn’t know how to handle his anger.”

The girl nodded in understanding. “You changed him for the better, (Y/n).  I don’t know, just,” she adjusted her backpack, “know that whatever my parents say about you. It’s not true. You were good for him.”

You took a deep breath. Maybe one day you’d believe those words. At that moment, you kept them in your pocket for future use, when everything seemed ok again. You nodded and bit your tongue to avoid making a fool of yourself and crying in the hallways.

Zoe nodded. “See ya.” She left.

After she was gone, you retreated outside, under the bleachers, and cried. You still felt empty. You still felt guilty. You still felt mad and sad and everything that came the day you found your boyfriend’s body, but as Zoe’s words echoed in your head, you knew that one day, the pain would fade, and you would be ok.

A few years later, you were doing decently, with a nice apartment and a stable job. However, Jared had invited you back to your hometown for a bit of a reunion.

You sighed at the sight of the old art museum. Well, you shouldn’t say that. Newly renovated art museum. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“Lame, isn’t it?” Connor had said. He had gripped his hair. “I knew it! I shouldn’t have brought you-”

You touched his cheek and kissed his nose.

Connor froze as his blood flooded his cheeks.

You giggled. “Now, that’s cute. Connor, this is the perfect place for a date.” When he didn’t make an effort to move, you slowly slipped your hand into his, and both of you entered the museum. “So,” you asked, “have you been here before?”

He shrugged. “Once or twice.” He sighed as cheeks finally returned to their pale color.

“Connor!” The custodian waved at him.

Connor glared at the young man, but that didn’t stop him.

The custodian smiled. “Welcome back. Unfortunately, they don’t have any new exhibits since last time you were here.”

You pursed your lips as Connor stiffened and avoided your gaze. You pulled Connor to your side and held on to his arm. You rested your chin on his shoulder and whispered, “Is it bad that I find you really hot right now?”

Connor turned to look at you with wide eyes and a mouth that opened and closed again and again. His cheeks were as red as ever. The boy bowed his head so his hair covered his face, but you had different ideas. You placed your hand on his cheek again. “Hey,” you whispered, “I think you look absolutely brilliant when you blush.” You giggled as the redness in Connor’s cheeks spread to his ears and forehead. “So where to?” You pulled away with a bright smile. “You’re the expert after all.”

Connor led you outside to see the sculptures. “This is my favorite,” he whispered. “Sculptures take up space, like we do, except we search for a reason to be here. They don’t have to. Someone worked to create it, and it ends up being pretty enough to end up here.” He blinked a few times. “Sorry, that sounded so fucked up. I don’t even know what I was saying. Sorry.”

You smiled and kissed his cheek. “That was beautiful, Connor.” You held his hand. “I think I know why you’re here, though.”

“Really?” he scoffed. “To piss people off?”

You shook your head. “To be an artist.” You giggled when his eyes widened. “Connor, did you really think I didn’t notice the charcoal on your fingertips or the interest you have in different artists.” You had shrugged. “You rambled on about Guy Denning yesterday. I bet, one day, your artwork will be here, too.”

“My art’s not that pretty.” Connor had blushed again. Before you could contradict him, he whispered, “You’re too good for me, (Y/n) (Y/l/n).”

“On the contrary, Connor Murphy, I believe you’re too good for me.”

“(Y/n)!”

You opened your eyes and smiled at Alana. “Hey,” you greeted. “Where’s everyone else?”

She grabbed your hand. “Follow me. You’re late, you know. Oh, and you’re gonna love what you’re gonna see. We’ve been preparing-”

“Preparing?” you asked.

She stopped so that you could look around and hug everyone else, Evan, Jared, and even Zoe. “What’s this all about?” you asked them.

Jared shrugged. “Look up.”

You squinted at him before looking at the archway that led to the sculpture garden. You gasped. A picture of the sunset was copied onto the archway. A caption beneath it was Connor’s signature. A plaque was placed by the door, reading, “Donated by The Connor Project. A reminder that you will be found.”

You held your hand up to your mouth and felt the tears coming back. You held onto your friends and continued to stare at the beautiful artwork in front of you. You told him so.

PLEASE TELL ME IF SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH THIS IMAGINE!!! I wrote the draft in one sitting, editted for a few days, and tried my best to finalize it without being specific about what happened that we as an audience dont know about. If there is anything I wrote that offends you, please, tell me. I will fix it!

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5, 15, 25, 28, 47!

that is Many hang on :0 

5. Have you ever had an encounter with things that go ‘bump in the night’? 

im guessing this is referring to supernatural encounters ??? i unfortunately have not :( 

i mean like. forks go missing frequently at my mom’s house and nobody can figure out why so we might have a very quiet ghost that really likes forks but i havent had any other evidence of anything Weird. the previous owner of this house did actually die in the house (in my room i think lmao) but he was a very nice older man who knew my mom personally/really liked and trusted her, he died peacefully in his sleep, so like. if hes haunting the place somewhere its probably not an issue anyway :’)

i wish i had a story to tell but i do not :( 

i have had music boxes randomly start up on their own for half a second before but thats not much 

15. Your biggest fear? 

bodyswitching/hypnosis/possession/etc like “you did this/you said this but you can’t remember it” or “it looked like you but It Wasn’t but nobody believes you and everyone thinks you’re insane” / being unable to control actions / forced to do things, or someone i trust suddenly no longer remembering who i am/suddenly turning on me, i have nightmares about that a lot 

25. Do you live near any ‘spooky’ places? 

not TERRIBLY spooky but there is a lodge here that is supposedly haunted and has been closed for ages. it used to be open, i remember when it was (i had only been there once for a birthday party, they were renting out the hotel pool area) (i was really young and barely remember/didnt know the ghost stories at the time/didnt pick up anything weird) and i thought it had closed for renovations but it’s. been closed for a Very Long Time so 

anyway, supposedly a young kid died there and there’s been claims that it’s haunted. im not sure how well-known that is to people who arent obsessed with ghosts like i am though

there’s also been la llorona sightings somewhere around here but i haven’t personally seen anything/heard from anyone actually claiming to have seen her and i think that might be further south than i am 

28 i answered already and i still cant think of any abandoned things ive ever come across. i definitely haven’t ever like, broken into a place before though

one time i went on a ski trip up north with my youth group at the time and we were staying at this really creepy cabin thing up in the mountains (i hadn’t seen any horror films at the time but the atmosphere there was. very “the shining” lmao) and the surrounding campgrounds or. whatever it was weren’t currently open bc it was winter 

so it wasn’t actually abandoned but it felt like it was. we found a swimming pool that had frozen over. some of the guys were daring each other to walk out onto the ice and its honestly a miracle nobody died :’ ) 

nothing spooky happened on that trip apart from the atmosphere being really weird but mentions it anyway 

47. Ever had an animal or pet see something that you cant?

not that ive specifically noticed/been aware of but animals know a lotta shit we don’t 

[mykie-hyun-blog]

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1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say? Id probably laugh 2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed? I love him & he doesnt love me 3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care? No, the guy I was talking about is and I dont care, everyone is a bloody druggie I just dont care anymore I love him as a person despite his addictions 4. Is your last name longer than six letters? Nope 5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober? Sober I think he was a little high still tho I wasnt high because i showed up late lol 6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up? I don't think I did anything wrong, he just doesnt get into relationships. But he didnt tell me until after I fell in love Cuntcunt I think about him every day 7. What does your last received text say? "I look shit in that photo and I still look better than her" Aha true 8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed? Many times 9. Where was your last kiss at? On the side of the street, it was a goodbye kiss :/ had no idea that would be my last kiss from him 10. When is the last time you saw your sister? Never lol 11. What do you drink in the morning? Pink lemonade lucozade 12. Where did you sleep last night? Bed 13. Do you think relationships are hard? They shouldnt be but most of them are aha me & my best friend atm just bond over our shit relationships. Theyre good to talk about. You need to spend one night with a friend deep talking about your life every once in a while. It clears your head & you might get some great advice 14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you? I dont remember that far 15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems? Id probably cry lol I love him and part of me wants to be locked in a room with him gdi We'd end up kissing probably but I know he doesnt actually love me 16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy? Depends,if im inside then rain but if im out sun 17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you? Alot of people Its my grandmas name :) 18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants? None of the above 19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now? Probably 20. Does anyone like you? Yep 21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S? No 22. Is the last person you kissed gay? No 23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand? Ya & she looks like she has acne braille on her forehead It says H-O-E 24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo? Yeah but only a small one 25. In the past week have you cried? Ya ive had a lot of deep talks 26. What breed was the last dog you saw? Rat 27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower? Both because i love absolutely flooding the bathroom floor 28. Have you ever kissed a football player? Im going to Soon 29. Do you think you’re old? No 30. Do you like text messaging? Yaa good way to connect with people ..? 31. What type of day are you having? I dont remember Im pretty spaced out its good i think Boih i got my crushs snapchat AA Not the one i made out with another one i liked for a long time ❤️❤️❤️ SKKRR 32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? Ya i was going to idk though 33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather? Warm :) 34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you? Yeah...:( we dont talk anymore We made out 3 weeks ago tho 35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling? Definitely a relationship Flings fucking suck when you get attached 36. Are you a simple or complicated person? Complicated complicated 37. What song are you listening to? Slow hands~ This song was on repeat when i was deep talking..we had two last week because we're fucked up and i definitely need someone like her to talk to about him 38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it? Sometimes 39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you? I dont know..im v complicated The girl i was talking about knows alot i think..when i start talking deeply about myself & my problems i start crying Im not sad/depressed at all!! Like im good but im just reeally emotional and i cant help it 40. What made you start liking the person you like now? Well theres 2 I just cant explain....i just.....love them. With my entire heart. I'll talk about the one i fell in love with 3 weeks ago Hes hot but thats not why i like him. I love his personality. He's just....everything that id ever want. But i cant be with him. Forever is a long time to spend without him and i dont know if i can do that 41. When did you last receive a text message? An hour ago 42. What is wrong with you right now? -Anxiety -He doesnt care about me. He saw me first, even made an effort to show off in front of me lol. Looked at me like he genuinely loves me, we kissed a lot. And other things tmi, but he doesnt give a fuck clearly -I havent been eating since i found out, not because im starving myself i just physically cant eat. 43. How well do you know the last female you texted? Shes the girl i was talking about before 44. Does anyone disgust you? Yep. Shes trying to take the guy i was talking about. Go fuck yourself She tried to ruin her best friends life, shes jealous of everything she has. Tried to take both her boyfriends (one after the other not @ the same time) I could go on 45. Would you date someone right now if they asked? Yes yes Nothing feels real rn Theres like..a space between me and my emotions. Id be excited as helllll life would be amazing but theres like..a space.... 46. Are you in a good mood right now? No idea lol 47. Who was the last person you talked to in person? . 48. What color shirt are you wearing? Im wearing a grey bodycon dress 49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear? 50. Anyone you’re giving up on? Him.. 51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? Kindof.. i cant help being in love 52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t? I just 53. Do you like rain? Yea 54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks? Dont care at all id date an alcoholic doesnt stop me loving them 55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them? Ya my crush I might tell him soon but im so scared of telling him since the ordeal with the other guy..i can tell he likes me but im so paranoid If he says no i dont know what id do Like id stop eating completely probably 56. Do you like to cuddle? Yes!!! 57. Are you shy? 58. Do you get along with girls? Ya 59. Have you dated the person you texted last? No haha 60. What do you carry with you at all times? My..emotions....gum idk 61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you? Bitch id do that for 5 dollars 62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months? Of course :) 63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship? Kindof haha Hes like..famous where i live and we were kinda a thing 64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute? Yes :) 65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week? I dont really remember that far :/ idk My crush smiled that was cute 66. How old are the last three people you kissed? 15, 16, 15 My age so 67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself? Do myself bih 68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print? Zebra 69. Do you have any stickers on your car? Im 15 70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne? Whos luke bryan 71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone? iPhone 72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut? A while ago with friends it was amazing I had dominos last week tho, me & G (the gal i was talking about) ordered dominos :) we both struggle to eat after our /experiences/ and i came over 2 days later & we had the leftovers