#i don't have anything funny to say about this picture it just haunts me and i need everyone else to be scared

[roseandsalt]

[kairiscorner]

₊✧⋆⭒˚｡⋆ trick or treat.

summary: spending a spooky halloween with your beloved spider people🕷️🕸️🎃

miles morales (1610)

matching costumes 🕸️

"come on now, babe, don't be shy! you're gorgeous!" miles gushed with his phone aimed at the slightly ajar closet door you were hiding behind, giggling and telling miles to quit filming you. he chuckles back as he approaches the door to open it. "babe! i can't go out alone like this, it's like having a pb and j sandwich without the jelly! you're my jelly, love, come out, you're beautiful in the costume!" he says in between giggles, his dimples popping out from his chocolate colored cheeks.

he smiles even wider and takes your hand gently as you reluctantly and shyly come out, smiling like a dork as you internalize how ridiculous, yet cute, you two look when paired up together. "see? you're smiling! you're so... wow." he mutters as he ends up staring at you from his screen, still filming you in the costume, all flustered. "you are, quite literally, my perfect other half." he gushes as he brings his phone to the front camera setting, smiling widely as he ends the video and takes a cute selfie between you two.

miles morales (42)

playing spooky pranks on the other 🕷️

"mi cielo? babe, c'mon where are you...?" miles calls out as he wanders around your house; you were in the kitchen mere moments ago, and it wasn't like you to just go radio silent on him, especially when he was right there in the living room chilling earlier. you were hiding under the cupboard, with a ghoulish mask on, giggling to yourself under your breath as you pictured how your usually, outwardly stoic boyfriend would get all frightened by your little surprise.

miles sighed as he entered the kitchen, getting worried. "cariño...? hey, now, this isn't funny..." he mumbled. then, a hand grabbed at his left ankle, and he squealed. "mier–!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening and his voice reaching new heights as you slowly emerged out of the cupboard, saying im a raspy voice, "happy halloween, babe."

miles screamed loudly, jumping backwards in surprise and landing on his butt. when he saw your neck down to your shoulders, he soon realized it was you. he furrowed his eyebrows and huffed. "that... was far from funny." he mumbled, embarrassed that his partner got the best of him, frightening the usually unfazed miles morales. you giggled and apologized, taking your mask off; miles huffed and kissed your nose in 'retaliation'. "no more candy tonight, sweetheart, that's your punishment." he said in a cold tone, heading to the fridge to take all the candy you two got from trick or treating to hide it away, trying to ignore your irresistible begging for him not to take your candy away.

gwen stacy

going to haunted houses 🎃

"see? nothing scary about these houses..." gwen said with an air of confidence as your shirked behind her, shuddering at the cold gusts of wind behind you, and feeling more and more frightened as the darkness settled in the further along you two went through the house.

gwen chuckled and held your hand. "love, don't worry–you're dating spider woman, you're not gonna get hurt any time s–" she was in the middle of telling you that you would be safe with her, until her spider sense tingled and she webbed the nearest threat to you, making you scream for a bit in fear. she webbed up a mechanical clown that was about to jumpscare you two, making her chuckle in surprise. "huh... one of the truly, remotely scary things i've seen all night." she said as she looked over at your side, kissing the side of your head as you clung to her.

"don't worry... you're safe with me. i won't let anything happen to you; i've got you." she reassured you with a smile that glowed in the dark, making you feel warmer and more secure.

pavitr prabhakar

trick or treating 🕷️

"trick or treat!" pavitr exclaimed all cheerfully, holding your hand as you both held out little baskets you two handcrafted together in preparation for halloween. you two weren't alone, though, you both invited several kids in the neighborhood to go trick-or-treating with; and it was the most fun you've had all year.

pavitr traded some candies with the kids, his eyes sparkled when he saw your costume, not taking his eyes off you and his smile not fading for even a second when you two headed down to the first few houses down the block. he grinned widely whenever the kids would compliment you two for your costumes, baskets, and would tease you two for being 'cootie magnets' with how sweet you two were being to each other as the trick-or-treating went on.

"i know we look like we're getting too old for halloween... but i wear a costume every day, 24/7, and i never feel ashamed; because i know you love me whether i'm in the costume or not, and i know i love you every single day, no matter what you wear." he complimented you, then kissing you on the cheek swiftly, and pulling away. he had the dorkiest grin on his face, he couldn't contain his joy, he wished halloween would be forever!

hobie brown

scary movie night 🕸️

"just tell me if you get scared, 'aright? my arms are always open to holding you, love." hobie teases you as you playfully toss a cushion at him, curling up with him soon after as you two put on a scary movie to watch. hobie always got invested in these movies, he always somehow managed to sleep soundly at night even after watching the most terrifying, cinematic scenes from thriller or horror flicks!

you felt yourself getting a little uneasy, the hairs on your body sticking up a bit as the climax for the movie was approaching. you sat up on the couch a bit, shifting your gaze from here to there to hobie. his eyes met yours after he looked away from the screen a bit to look at his beloved: you. "y'aright, dear?" he asked you, with you reluctantly nodding, doing everything you could to avoid the screen coming into view.

hobie wrapped his arm around your shoulders, smirked, and held your close. he leaned down towards you and kissed your forehead gently. "you don't have to keep watching, angel, i can lower the volume for you if it makes you feel more comfy." he whispered to you as you fright got replaced with a fluster. hobie grinned as he kissed your nose, now, washing away all your fear and filling you with so much love in those two kisses and in his prolonged touch, even with a scary movie playing in the background.

miguel o'hara

pumpkin carving 🎃

"this... is just plain awful." miguel huffs in frustration as the carving knife he was using to etch a face on the gourd you gave him ended up looking like a partially mashed pumpkin. you giggled as you comforted him, turning the gourd around and helping him carve a clearer face on the backside. your softer hand on his coarser, bigger one made him focus on the softness, the silkiness of your skin as opposed to carving the gourd before him. he involuntarily leaned against you, kind of... sort of... messing up on purpose to get you to stay and keep your hands on his own.

by the time you two finish, you compare the carved face on the gourd to how miguel looks like when he's smiling, and he isn't sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult, but your darling smile and bewitching laughter at that astute observation makes his heart skip a beat. the corners of his lips turn up a bit, and you were right—his smile looked a bit crooked, a bit rough around the edges, but beautiful nonetheless.

[bitterbutblue]

kokomi my love

when she loved me ☆ kokomi x reader

~ the amount of sad fucking relationship reels i got last night made me sad so now im projecting fuck u isntagram reels algorithm u made me CRY AT NIGHT

inspired by twenty five twenty one, 500 days of summer, u know the drill. if u guys want a full twenty five twenty one inspired long fic (with chapters) i am also down to write one.. i will cry writing it though

song: when she loved me - lyn lapid ~

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The summer she fell for you, she wishes to never think about again. Whenever a specific song comes on, she wants nothing more than to go back in time but also wants to destroy the very stereo the music is playing from. She finds herself haunted by her own movements, how they mimic yours and how she still thinks about what you would do before she does anything.

"Don't throw it-"

Laughter rang through the empty violet forests as you threw your head back, uncontrolled and raw. She found herself smiling at the sight of you, so loose and so happy. She couldn't help the laughter that began bubbling out of her own lips as she covered her mouth with her hand, doubling over. She didn't know why she's laughing so hard, she didn't know what was so funny but seeing you so unbridled filled her with giddy she hasn't felt since she was a child.

"That was ridiculous." She giggled and the way you grinned at her had her smile softening- the previous laughter dying on her lips as she feels an overwhelming wave washing over her. It felt like a lyric of a song she doesn't know the tune of, but it's a lyric she can hum from the beats of her heart. It felt like a way back to a home she has not yet entered, it felt like you. You finally composed yourself, running a hand through your hair as the beam of moonlight lit you up like an angel in the night.

"Nothing wrong with that, right?"

You walk up to her, picking up the jacket that had been laid on the ground, used as a blanket to sit on and dusted it off. You wrapped it around Kokomi, buttoning it up snuggly for her as she fit her arms through the oversized sleeves of your jacket, the warmth from the jacket and heart causing her to overheat from an overwhelming feeling.

She has that moment in a picture frame in her heart, like a photo album that had been abandoned and recently found, still dusty but holds a fortune of memories that warm you up. Except this photo album was cold, desolate. Found in a junkyard, memories of strangers and who they once were.

"Nothing wrong with that."

It's a sickening feeling in her gut, churning and spinning and she orders for Gorou to turn off the damn stereo as quickly as possible. He just obliges, not saying anything. She throws down her quill, shaking away whatever memories she has of you. Her eyes dart over her desk, with papers once organised but now strewn all over the place, a lingering memory of the evening you tidied her desk for her hits her hard and fast before suddenly fading into what it was- the past.

"You can't live like this."

A soft voice echoed through the chambers of her desk- she looked up, bleary eyed and you just sigh. You walked up to her, wrapping your arms around her from behind her chair as she leaned into your touch, visibly exhausted. Her shoulders sagged downward, her head resting against your chest as she let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding in.

"I'm doing just fine."

"Really?"

You nestled your head on top of hers as you took one of her hands into your own, interlacing your fingers together.

"It's late. Let's go home?"

''I can't." She mumbles, eyes closing as exhaustion finally settles in between her bones, filling themselves in every crevice and every little nook and cranny of her body.

"Yes you can, darling." You whispered, squeezing her hand softly "They can't have their leader collapsing on them from exhaustion, can they now?"

Like a siren's song, she found herself drawn to your voice. She couldn't even stop herself from nodding as she moved subconsciously, her body just following the sound of your voice as you led her out of her office.

The next morning, she found her office tidied. Her papers organised into a neat stack with sticky notes labelling which papers are which. She picked up the note on her desk and she felt herself grinning ear to ear as she readthe contents on the paper.

Good morning, my love! I organised your desk for you, hope that's okay. If you need anything just text me, love youuu <3

Her desk has been a mess since that day. She had no energy in her to organise her notes or to sort her files. She finds it too difficult to do now, her lack of energy every day being too much. Getting out of bed is hard enough, and she's really not in the mood to have to clean everything when she function with it being a mess just fine (albeit a little harder to get through).

She hasn't had the time or energy to go home, to take the walk down the desolate and empty streets just scares her now with the build up of what has happened. She finds herself taking another way, a route where she won't have to relive the worst of it all.

"Why?"

The broken expression on your face had her swallowing in guilt.

"I'm sorry."

"You say that every time-"

You turned away, taking a shaky breath in as you tried to calm yourself down and Kokomi just stands there like a coward.

"This is exhausting, Kokomi."

She looked down, fidgeting with her fingers as she drops her work bag onto a chair, unsure if she should approach you or not.

She should've approached you that night.

You instead turned around angrily, facing her again and the pained look in your eyes had her looking away now because it ate her alive, knowing that she caused you this much pain.

"Couldn't you just let me know earlier? You keep disappearing on me, I keep worrying about if you died out there or not-"

"I will-"

"You said that last time."

She looked down.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying that."

She found herself not going to bed that night, sitting at the kitchen table as she listened to your muffled sobs through the door.

When Gorou tells her it's late, she just nods. The last thing she needs is to lie in an empty bed and feel the coldness of the night wrap its arms around her as an attempt to comfort her or to soothe the once-sharp pain, now faded into a dull thud with each thump of the heart. When she sleeps, she tucks her head into her arms, the hard wood digging into her elbows but the minorly uncomfortable pain is better than having to be overly consumed with her thoughts in the comforts of a bed.

She wakes up to a cup of tea in front of her and for a minute her heart leaps until she's hit with reality once more. She sees Gorou's handwriting and just wishes it was yours for a split second.

Kokomi, take care.

She screwed her eyes shut as she took a deep breath in, refusing to let you see the tears behind her eyes. You just stood opposite her, looking down at your shoes as tears fell down from your face and onto the ground.

"Was this my doing?"

The silence was broken by her shaky question as she finally brings herself to look up at you and she can feel her chest caving in again at the sight of you.

"It's not your fault."

Your voice was strained, as if you were using every atom in your body to try to make yourself sound as put together as possible.

"We've just grown so apart with all that's happened."

She has to stop herself from shaking, the entire world seems to be trembling until she realised it was just her.

"I don't want to say who's right or wrong. There isn't a right or wrong."

The evening chill that once held memories of cuddling under the stars is now just a sharp pierce through her skin, a blade running itself through each crevice of her beating and bleeding heart.

"We're making things difficult by blaming each other."

She bit down on her lower lip, trying to hold in the sob.

"You and I, we still care a lot for each other."

The words in her chest build up like word vomit.

"Did we have to come to this?" She whispered

"We were already coming to this."

She gasped when she felt a tug on her jacket, looking to see you buttoning up her jacket once more- your eyes filled with unshed tears as your trembling hands slowly slid each button through slit. A shaky gasp is let out as you tried not to sob, but it comes out choked as a tear falls and she couldn't stop herself. The shatter of her heart rang through the night as she feels the tear fall down her face, hot- burning a mark on her skin. She bit down on her lower lip once more, trying to stifle the sob but it still comes out and hearing your silent cries only made it harder for her to hold it in.

The dam breaks fully when she feels you pull her into a tight hug, and she knows this is the last time she'll feel your arms around hers like this so she holds on tight. The dam breaks and she sobs, loud and messy. The way you trembled had her feeling like she was going to shatter any minute. She held you as close as she could, arms tightening around your waist and hoping that maybe for the last time you two could just become one again.

"Let's not put ourselves through this again." You said softly, and she could feel your tears seep through her jacket- the jacket you buttoned for the last time.

She could only nod as she lets out a loud sob for the last time, and maybe the last thing you remember of her is the way she cries.

"Goodbye, Kokomi."

[carmenberzattosgf]

Alright then, thanks! Following up on the tmi ask: (Again, emphasis on me being horny and dumb at that moment)

So: in february or march, I think, I was reading some Carmy or Lip smut, getting all worked up and *naturally* I procured my Lush toy (remote controlled vibrator, in case anyone's not familiar) and got to work. You can either control that thing via bluetooth or you can use this roulette sort of function, where you give strangers on the internet time-limited anonymous access to control it. Felt adventurous. Tried it. Was actually pretty hot, tbh. 

Now to the point: there was this guy… who did an insanely good job remote controlling that toy – like, dizzying, toe-curling good. And you can anonymously chat with these people, so while he made me come like 3 times we had a pretty hot chat going on, too. Afterwards, we keep messaging for a bit and he's like: Yeah, I'm currently in Chicago for work, but I don't live here, live on the west coast. And I think to myself Hah, what a coincidence, after reading Carmy/Lip fics, now I have a guy from Chicago here. Then he tells me he has to travel a lot for work, mostly NY, LA and Chicago. I'm like: Heh…heh… so… funny… this coincidence… (not my horny brain instantly going: dude, wouldn’t it be absolutely insane if it was JAW – and yeah it would! I mean logically I KNEW that's not possible, I don’t think the guy hangs out on anonymous sex toy apps, lol, but this was just the headspace I was in, okay? Yeah… I’m hooked anyway. I ask for his name. And he says he doesn't wanna say because he's kind of well known, but his name starts with a J, so I can call him J. … Now, I'm grinning, shaking my head to myself: don't be a fucking idiot this is impossible. But the hope, Jesus, that dumb hope… At some point I ask if he could send me a pic of himself, he says again No, because he has a few tattoos and doesn’t wanna get recognized. …!

Prefectly sensible request for this kind of situation, right? Sure, but brain goes: MUST be him!! I'm sitting upright in my bed by that point, on high alert, stupid as I am and painfully embarrassed by that dumb little fantasy I'm cooking up. Ah, sure, I tell him. Well maybe he could describe himself then, instead, just so I have a picture in my head when I think of him, wink wink? He goes Sure thing, he’s in his early thirties, pretty fit, been working out a lot, but isn’t exactly tall. Curly hair. (I'm planning our marriage by that point) He doesn't share much more personal stuff for a while, asks more about me, until I ask about his family – we've been chatting for almost the whole night by that point.

Says he’s been through a tough time and doesn’t want to go into detail, but he’s recently gone through a separation so he’s not looking for anything new, which is why he gets off on this app, instead.

…

Dude, I literally thought I was going insane with that whole conversation, felt like I was in a corny fanfic prompt lol.

He was so secretive about what line of work he’s in, he never revealed it. And we kept chatting for days and fucking EVERY answer fit perfectly, lol.

Hey so I would have gone clinically insane if this happened to me and would have to be admitted to an institution. My jaw is dropped rn bc this is way too specific to be someone trolling me.

This would haunt me forever actually. How are you alive rn

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Rpg Anon: Not surprised in the least actually. I guess it's time for more hugs and kisses for Hibuki to piss off Kanade in the afterlife. Hey Chisa, is Kanade there? Show her hell with this footage.

it's funny...i...had a weird...dream...when i was asleep...after falling...

A weird dream? What kind of dream?

i...woke up...in...a movie theater...a woman with...orange hair...welcomed me and...i...met...kanade...

Tch...And I thought you'd finally have a chance to be rid of her...I'm...sorry you had to dream that, Hibiki...

no...don't...i'm...glad...i had that dream...

Huh?

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[Afterlife Theater, shortly after Kanade's death...]

You don't look scared...Why is that?

Because you can't hurt me in here anymore...And you can't hurt anybody else either. I watched what happened on that screen, and you deserved every second of it.

...You know what's funny? I think that for the first time since we were born...What I just saw through that screen...was the first time I've ever seen you genuinely scared...

Scared of what? That green-haired freakazoid?

No. You were scared of whatever was coming after...Whether you lived, or whether you died...you'd be alone...and unable to be with me anymore.

Then the fact that we're both here is probably the universe showing me due mercy...!

No. I think we're both here because this is the last time we'll ever get to talk. So you are gonna shut up, and let me put my cards on the table this time.

You act like you're an unrivaled genius, and to your credit, you ARE pretty smart, pretty elusive, and VERY dangerous...But you have one glaring issue Kanade, and that's that you can't do anything without me! You're LOST without me!

And you think YOU'RE not lost without ME!? Your body is still alive in that world, so even if you think that you can go back there and live a normal life without me in it, my ghost is still gonna be lurking! Haunting! You HONESTLY think you can just MOVE ON FROM ME!?

NO! Of course I don't!

!!?

You're a plague on my life who's killed everybody and everything I ever loved! That trauma doesn't just disappear now that you're dead!

...We're twins...We were born a set, not to be separated...And even if we live beyond different barriers, I don't think we'll ever be apart...Even if I want to be.

...I suppose we won't...

You don't sound as happy about that as I thought you would.

Because even if that's true, not getting to actually talk to you ever again sucks...It sucks so much I want to die 3 more times...

I won't tread on your feelings by leaving you with an apology...But I hope you know that even if you take me out of it, the world that people live in is still hell, Hibiki. The world...is a horrible...despairing...desolate place full of misery...And if you go back down there, you won't have me to help you through it anymore...

If you do what you've always wanted to, and spend time with those people at the Future Foundation...they'll drag you into a war that you can't escape from...And I won't be there to protect you from it!

Egocentric as always...But the stuff you're saying is kind of right.

But you forget something. The world isn't beautiful because things last. Where there is Despair, there is Hope, and vice versa.

You're right...I AM getting pulled into a war...A war that I don't even know if we're gonna win.

But...I stand that when you take a step back, and look at the bigger picture...When you put aside all the people trying to ruin your life, and when you finally get around to taking care of the problems that plague you're life...

...The world is a very, truly, beautiful place.

[watercolourferns]

Julian Modern AU HC's

Why? Because I'm having a crisis and need comfort food and I'm too broke to buy snacks so headcanons it is...

They're mixed but lean a lot towards a haunted house. Mention of steamy times but no description.

He likes Doc Martens. Why? Well, for one they are nonslip, which means he can wear them to work at the hospital and to his gigs at the bar without a problem. But most important, they are unisex so he can buy all the flowery pairs his heart wants and they actually fit his long-ass feet. They're also good for ankle support!

He has a treasure chest in his office, it's full of cheap plastic toys. If a kid is having a particularly trying appointment he will let them choose a toy from the chest afterwards while he's speaking to the parent(s). He will say something cheesy and sweet like: "You've been a brave pirate, you have won a piece of the treasure!" ...He sometimes lets them take two.

Once he had saved enough money he bought a house like his older coworkers told him to because it would be a good investment... a huge, old Queen Anne fixer upper. Queue to his coworkers facepalm. But he doesn't care, he's happy with it and he has plans for it: round room will be a seance room, basement will be a workshop, attic will have e telescope... He asks you for help to choose wallpapers. "I want it to be as close to original as possible. Want to go with me to find records of the house? Maybe they have pictures!"

He takes a lot of inspiration from Christine McConell, choosing a wine, black and silver colour palette for the common rooms, asking for help making his own wallpaper based and the research you two made. He goes to antique shops and estate sales to buy decorative cushions and throws which he has professionally cleaned for use. He does buy all new linen and towels, though he has much of it made to match the style.

You keep him company while the repairs and decorations are being made because he's SURE he saw a couple shadows once or twice. You haven't really felt anything, but then again you haven't really been inside the house as he refuses to go in unless the whole crew of workers is inside, too. You don't want to be pulled into his paranoia, he's known to suggest himself into bouts of fear when it comes to supernatural things, but you swear to yourself you saw something out of the corner of your eye peeking out of the top floor window.

Once the house is finally repaired he decides to move in. Yes, it's like half an hour away from the city and his hospital and it could have ghosts in it, but that's what bikes are for eh? And maybe, just maybe he was just nervous and saw things because of his anxiety, he wasn't sure if the house was livable after all and he was anxious about the repairs not going well even though they were more superficial than he thought, most of the bedrooms not needing anything but wallpaper changes and deep cleaning...

First night he spends there, though? He calls you in hysterics. "I-I-I-I-" you give him a second to try and speak and he finally blurts out between squeaks of fear: "SAW SOMETHING CREEPING INTO MY BEDROOM CAN YOU PLEASE COME AND STAY OVER?! MALAK AND BRUNDLE REFUSE TO STAY INSIDE!!"

Once you're in there you do get a sense that there's something else besides you two, but you reassure him he's safe and alright and that you will protect him. You suggest having a sleepover party in the living room, where the energy is less dense, and that once he's at work tomorrow you will cleanse the house for him. He accepts and you have a jolly (and maybe steamy?) time with snacks, funny stories, maybe even videogames, finally falling asleep snuggled up in the pull out couch.

He was right, there's something in the main bedroom, which is his. But it's nothing a good incense cleansing and a sound talking to it wouldn't fix. You do just that and text him a picture of his bedroom and you. "All clean now!" He texts back that he's happy about that, but that he probably will stay in his office for a couple of nights, just to feel safe again.

.... and that's how you came to live with him. It was in the plans, but it looked like a distant future when you had spoken about it... And now you were there, all your belongings packed in a u-haul, driving towards his house. He greets you with open arms into one of his all enveloping hugs and shows you to your bedroom... even though both of you know that's just gonna be the place you keep your clothes in because they won't fit in his closet...

He's so grateful you're there, it takes off the edge of the not-so-oppressive-anymore feeling around some places in the house, and since you're there the shadows haven't come to bother him at night. He calls you his shield and that makes you chuckle.

He had the sense of installing a modern stove additional to the wood stove already in the house, so you're in charge of breakfasts. Chocolate chip pancakes, puddings, oatmeal, crepes, sunny side ups... this man seems to eat it all! He's secretly grateful he doesn't have to eat take out or burnt food anymore. He's...not the best cook and now thanks to you, his beloved, he even can take lunch to work! Everyone at work comments on how much healthier he looks now, too, and he's happy to show you and your cooking skills off. "They're a genius!!" You blush, but can't help feeling proud of your skills, too. He just does that to you.

After a couple of months you're finally tired of the dramatics the shadows have been pulling on and off, so you sit at the seance room with a board and your cards and he goes into hysterics again. No, don't do this, why is this happening, you can't have a seance, yaddah yaddah. But you try to put him at ease, explain to him how this could help. "Why do you have a seance room if we can't use it for that??" you finally ask. "It's for the aesthetics, my dear!" he answers, and that makes you chuckle. You give him a protection charm and gently sit him down with Portia, who's always down for mischief and visits you often, explain the dynamics of the activity and reassure him he's safe with you and his sister there.

The seance goes better than expected but it doesn't make it any easier on him... since now you know there's a small family cemetery in the backyard. "Okay, that does it, I'm selling this place!" he blurts out, shaking like a leaf. Slowly and gently you reassure him that it's okay, that they just wanted to be known, have their markers and their names back, and that you will take care of it... he calms down a bit but remains skeptical they will leave y'all alone.

But it works!! You have tombstones made with names, dates, loving words like "beloved husband" and "cherished daughter" and "treasured wife", you have them placed where the ghosts told you their graves were... and as if by magic the activity stops! You might see a soft white figure of a girl playing in the library or the outline of a man working in the back yard while a woman sips tea and reads a book in the porch, but besides these echoes from the past the activity has stopped... He doesn't know how you did it, but he buys you a whole new book series you had coveted for some time now in thanks.

The house still has it's reputation, and so every Halloween kids ask for tours of the house, for him and you to tell the story of it, to talk about the ghosts. At first he's reluctant to bring it up because... we... ghosts... He's scared he'll call them back. But once you explain what really happened, he's more at ease with it and finally accepts to open the house to tours during October, giving out candy, letting the kids use the telescope as well, ending with a big Halloween party on the 31st where the kids, their parents, and you all have fun with classic games, cake, snacks, and more candy. Yes, his coworkers were right, it was a good investment to buy this house...

[hcneygemini]

sentence starters from my wip fics, pt. II

please do not add to this list nor repost the list as your own. tw: mentions of murder, violence, manipulation

What do you even want with [ name ]?

It's been a year.

I'm afraid I couldn't tell you.

Don't take anything anyone asks you to do at face value.

You need to be careful, [ name ].

This is strictly professional.

I was told I would have a visitor today.

May I see your credentials?

But you're not here to discuss times long past, are you?

Memory is all I have.

Is this about the recent string of serial killings?

I was sent to learn from you.

We both have plenty of time.

To receive, you must also give.

I'll tell you about me, if you'll tell me about you.

Do you believe in fate?

You have a brilliant mind.

I studied psychology extensively.

Do you enjoy tormenting people?

I would not torment you.

Whoa, you sound stressed.

You know working into the night won't do you any good.

Shouldn't you be focused on your classes?

You'll be graduating soon.

[ They're / she's / he's ] a master manipulator.

You're realizing something, aren't you?

Multiple people are going missing.

So, [ she's / he's / they're ] escalating. Why?

I don't decide who lives or dies.

I'm not taking interviews.

Maybe we shouldn't talk about this right now.

You're staring.

I needed to stock up while I stay nearby for a few days.

Do you have dogs?

I can't help if I don't have the full picture.

I could give you the recipe for the sauce for the ribs. It really boosts the flavor.

Can't this wait until after dinner?

What's so funny?

I'm not here to discuss my mental state.

I'm afraid I've been too busy to catch up on news.

You're not what I expected.

Did you call only to accuse me of being manipulative?

You think I'm being paranoid.

It was a calculated risk, believe me.

I'm surprised you read the tabloids.

Being kind isn't always manipulation.

You're looking kinda queasy.

You didn't do anything wrong.

We both could be in danger.

Do you fear death?

That's what you want, isn't it? To be in control?

What do you gain by being here?

[ He's / they're / she's ] toying with you.

You're quite feisty.

Was it difficult to slip back into a fantasy? To return to playing a part?

To you, everyone is either a lamb doomed for slaughter or a play thing.

I'm going to get you out of here, okay?

You're tough as nails. You're going to be fine.

I told you not to do this alone.

Don't you think the hospital makes enough money without you buying their mediocre bouquets?

You saved my life.

I think we can be useful to each other.

You'll get a shiny new placard on your door to say that you faced down two serial killers and survived.

We're both haunted. I saw it the first time we met.

I'm not much the artistic type.

Every kill will cling to your mind. You just grow. . . accustomed.

Are you always this vague?

What's in it for you?

'Slaughter' is a strong word.

You're using yourself as bait.

It really claws its way into your brain.

You talk like I'm a burden.

My personal life isn't a story to be told.

I can have you out of here in minutes.

I can let you sink or swim.

You're not capable of that.

I can portray you as mysterious and intimidating or as charming and disarming.

That almost sounded like a compliment.

I haven't been getting much sleep.

Something's wrong here. This doesn't make sense.

You look like hell. What happened back there?

Some might say this is a conflict of interest.

I've been waiting so long.

How would you feel if I said your [ spouse / partner ] would be better off without you?

This is a trap.

What's the fun in that?

I've lived somewhere like this once.

How did you know that?

Your sense of justice has been warped.

It changed you, but you can still come back.

You're to be my masterpiece.

They don't understand me like you do.

I will be the perfect Psyche to your Cupid.

I can make it quick and painless.

Are you any good with stitches?

In this day and age, it's impossible to escape that kind of scrutiny.

I want to be witness to what comes from this.

How would your [ spouse ] feel about you feigning a marriage with someone else?

I can't tell in what way you're being rude, but I know it's rude.

I thought you of all people would be capable of improvising, [ name ].

You don't want to see me improvise, [ name ].

It seems you've been abandoned.

I would suggest keeping yours wits about you.

I let emotion get the better of me.

I can't just let you leave here.

I'm not easy to persuade. Apparently I'm stubborn.

I've never seen you bite your tongue before.

I always wanted to visit Berlin.

It's a lovely morning, isn't it?

Survival isn't what it's all cracked up to be.

[consumeroflemoans]

Turns out I lied and I'm back with another ask

It's an entirely different scenario and requires much less explaining, I feel like I should mention I put my last ask in a word counter and I managed to rack up 2.449 words which is something for a Tumblr ask, a new record too, the first lighthouse ask was just above 1000

So, I've mentioned food from my childhood that haunt me to this day before in the form of Raw Fish Onion Sandwich, but I'm getting into another one that I want to inflict on Vil

Also, fucking wild that we're only one hour apart time wise right now, I googled it when you mentioned what time zone you're normally in and usually I've got a solid seven hours on you

But back to the dish, I recently remembered this monstrosity when someone brought it up, crumb noodles with fruit

I googled the translation and those images don't do it justice so if you want a picture of what I mean google "Bröselnudeln mit Obst"

So just noodles mixed with bread crumbs with like baked canned fruit on top, it tastes bad and the texture is a nightmare, the noodles are somehow dry despite having the fruit juice on them and the bread crumbs rub against your tounge weird, it's Bad

It's real Bad and I hate it

It's not a very common dish and it's more renowned as like the food your grandma would make for you

I think wether or not Vil likes it, anything involving it is just kind of funny

If we suppose he does, I'm thinking about him making it for people he's close to perhaps Epel, honestly Epel kind of seems like he'd actually enjoy it, or of course Idia and Idia has to go like "Vil, I love you, but this is fucking repulsive and it's not because of your cooking"

If we suppose he doesn't like it, I can still see firstly Epel enjoying it and Vil having a look of horror in his eyes or if we do a meet-the-parents thing where Vil introduces Idia to his dad or takes him to some family thing because he likes having his boyfriend around and whoever cooked brings out that fucking thing and Vil gets a thousand yard stare, puts his hand over Idia when he attempts to pick up his fork and spoon and only says: "Don't eat that"

Idia is a little bit relieved to have been stopped

-Leuchtturm

Honestly if Vil was inflicted by that as a child I think I can judge his taste of plain ass chicken and vegetables a little less. I would also be traumatized into eating the default meal

I think to combat that Idia needs to introduce him to Greek dishes. Spanakopita and tzatziki could fix Vil. He’d love them trust.

Idia is just barely saved from the grandma food and afterwards he plans an outing with his own parents where they set up a feast for him

[beanghostprincess]

Like I already said, I love how you see Buggy. I can so understand him and his reaction after the flashback. But there is something about Shanks in that moment that keeps me thinking. Everytime we see young Shanks he seems so determinded and happy for the future and he clearly sees him sailing with Buggy together.

But after Rogers death something seems to change in him. And his reaction to Buggy is a bit stange. He doesn´t just say they are not ready yet, something I think Buggy would have undestood. It´s as if there is something that bothering him, his carfree demeanor seems odd, like he tries to hide his true feelings. And I´m not sure if it is just Rogers death that let him think that he isn´t ready.(which would be reason enough) Remember, the Marines didn´t catch Roger he let them catch him. And I Iike to think Buggy and Shanks know that, because of what we see from them at Rogers execution.

And then there is that one picture where Shanks is crying in Rogers arms. Did he just tell him that he will leave, did he tell him he was sick? Or was there more? It wouldn´t be the first time, we think we know what happened just to later learn that there is more.

Shanks is still a mystery and I hope that one day we learn his side of view of what happened. But one thing is clear, he hasn´t forgotten Buggy and I don´t think he forgott his promise to Buggy. (Promises are very importent in One Piece)

Wow, that got longer than I thought. I just find this two so intresting, that I can´t stop thinking and rambling about them.

I love how Shanks is this mysterious character that has some deep, dark background we don't know anything about because it makes people think he's this evil and powerful entity and I'm just like- Wouldn't it be funny if he was just a good guy but with a secret that's been haunting him for years and actually the one who has been suffering the most bc of it it's just himself? We joke a lot about Shanks missing Buggy, but losing his best friend the same day his captain dies must've been pretty fucked up. And yeah, I also think there's something going on with him and it happened around that time, so let's just wait and see what Oda has planned for him!

[prittyvenus]

The Medium and the Nameless Ghouls

Case file 003-4 Terzo file the haunting

After getting the bishop’s name from Dewdrop, the cops began the investigation. Omega and Phil are both willing to help but Phil’s past life is beginning to unravel along with phantoms of the past. Can Sara help solve the crisis that’s plaguing him?

Sara heard a loud shriek that woke her up in the middle of the night. Then she saw the phantom ghost of Primo sitting on a chair next to her bed. She was afraid at first but then she calmed down when she realized who it was. "Grandpa?" She says as she gets closer to the phantom. Then he gave a warm smile to her as she traced his face with her hands.

Footsteps came to her door and loud banging came out. "Sara wake up! We have a ghost problem!"

"Hold that thought." She told him. "I’m coming!" She yelled at the door.

When Sara opened the door, a terrified Thomas was out of breath. "Sara, a ghost has the officers held hostage."

"That's funny, I thought you guys don't want me because, and I Quote 'The Demon of the Police Force'. So, why should I even help you?"

"Look, don't start shit," Thomas yelled. "Just help us out, okay!"

"You're not my superior officer," Sara told Thomas. "So, you can't say shit, and after that fiasco at the meeting, why should I help you?"

"You fucking bitch."

"Feelings mutual, ass hole." Sara shuts the door, and a very disappointed Primo stares at Sara. "What?"

He hands gestures to Sara. "Signorina, no. You don't disrespect your colleague like that."

"I'm not disrespecting him. I'm just giving a good dose of karma." Primo folded his arms and gave a stern look on his face. "Look grampa, I know that you want what is best for me, but you're not my dad, and I'm not going to apologize."

Then Detective Stevens started to yell. "Sara, we got an aggressive spirit on our hands. Can you negotiate with it?"

Primo continues to sternly look at Sara and starts to tap his foot. "Urrr… fine, I'll do it!" Sara opens the door. "But I'm still not going to apologize." Primo smiled and followed Sara. Sara went downstairs and yelled, "Alright where is it?" She found a group of seven officers shaking in a corner and a phantom Secondo in his papa attire staring down at them. "Really? You guys are the toughest men out there, and you can’t even handle one ghost." Secondo turned around and looked at Sara. "If I talk to him, you guys better give me an apology after this." Secondo began to analyze her. "Sorry, about that, my name is Sara, and…"

Secondo grabs her chin and pulls her closer to him. He sees the pentagram in her left eye and carefully analyzes it. "Questa è una vera maledizione? Come l'hai presa?"

"Excuse me? I don’t understand…"

Secondo interrupted Sara. "The curse in your left eye, how did you get it?"

"From a high-level demon. It’s a long story."

One of the female officers shouted from the right-side banister. "There’s a headless man in the bathtub!"

Sara told Secondo. "Hold that thought." Then she marched up the stairs and asked "Where is it?" The officer pointed her at the open door of the hallway. She looked inside and saw a headless man lying in the bathtub filled with blood and water. The officers were too scared to go inside. "Really? You guys never handled a crime scene before?" The officers are shocked "I swear you’re all a bunch of rookies!" she yelled in a harsh voice. "Get me the rubber gloves so I can handle this!" Sara got the gloves and puts them on, and then she takes pictures with her phone, then she goes to the rack and grabs a small towel, and then she goes to the drain. "I don’t feel anything suspicious,” She puts the towel around the drain and slowly releases the plug. "The water should come down and then we can check for evidence." Soon she spotted some black hair floating around the water. "I think I found the head." She grabbed the head by the hair, then the body grabbed Sara by the arm then pulled her in close to the tub. Sara punched the body in the stomach and it leaned towards the head. She pulled the body back and then grabbed the head and pulled it out of the water. All of the officers screamed and ran away. "What a bunch of rookies…" She says with embarrassment "Well, at least you’re out of the water, Terzo."

Terzo opened his eyes and said, "Grazie, amore mio." Then he winked and smiled at her.

Sara took a deep breath and said "Damn, I hate my job." Then Sergeant Jackson appeared at the door. "I think we need to retrain the officers on how to handle a crime scene," she said as she put his head back into the tub. "Close your eyes and hold still." She said as she got out her phone.

"Make sure you get my good side," Terzo said to her. Sara snapped some more pictures from different angles. Then she noticed that the body was out of place, from the previous photos.

The officers peeked into the bathroom and Sergeant George looked at the door. "We are going to have a meeting about this." He said in a stern voice. "Tomorrow morning in the war room. Sara, can you send me the pictures when you are done."

"Of course, sir." She said as she rearranges Terzo's body to make it look like it was in the first set of photos. Then she reshoots the photos and she puts away her phone. "Okay, thank you for your time, Terzo." She said as she puts Terzo's head on his body.

Terzo said "Grazie" Sara helped lifted his body out of the tub and then she heard footsteps from behind her.

"Please, allow us to take care of Master Terzo," Omega said as he helps Terzo to his feet and out of the bathtub. Phil rushed in with a bathrobe and silk pajama pants and started to dress Terzo in them.

Sara went downstairs and sees Secondo and Primo arguing in Italian. "Come potevo sapere che è tua nipote!" Secondo gave him the hand gesture. "Hai parlato a malapena di tua moglie anche dopo che ti ha lasciato!"

"Se n'è andata perché ha trovato la famiglia che sta crescendo nostro figlio e ha detto che non tornerà finché non sarà con lei." He points his finger at Secondo. "Non mi metti mai quel tono di voce. Non dimenticare che sono stato io a crescere te e Terzo dopo che papà ci ha abbandonati, Secondo."

"Is everything okay grampa?" Sara asked.

"No, piccolo mio, everything is fine." Primo looks at Sara. "What happened to your clothes, mio figlio?"

Sara looks at her shirt. "Oh, I was playing crime scene with Uncle Terzo." She shows the pictures on her phone.

"Perché hai messo uno straccio intorno allo scarico?" Secondo asked.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" Sara asked, "I don't understand the language."

"What? You don’t speak Italian." Terzo asked as he was going downstairs. Secondo and Primo were shocked that he was still in flesh but was bleeding from his throat.

"Omega can you and Phil get the first aid kit for Uncle Terzo?" She asked. "We don’t want him making the house, to look like a crime scene."

Terzo looks confused. Then he looks at the small masked ghoul before he vanishes. "Wait, what?" Terzo looked at Sara.

"Why won't we sit down and have ourselves some coffee," Sara told the three men. "there's a lot to discuss."

Case file closed

Case file contents

[gensokyogarden]

Okay so since Foul Detective Satori is on my mind it's time for me to answer a question relevant to one of the folks here. Who is Mizuchi Miyadeguchi? Now, of course, someday FDS may give her a backstory rendering all of this moot but as of yet we don't know that. Which means I've gotta find my own answers.

Now beneath the cut I will be discussing aspects of the plot, though mostly in a brief way, so expect spoilers.

Now the first question with Mizuchi is this. Mizuchi's title is given as the Jailbreak King. Has she always been that, which would imply she was some form of master criminal in life, or is that specifically because she was able to escape all the security of the underground and afterlife. My own personal take is that it's due to the second.

So then. With her not being the ghost of some mastermind criminal, I'm just going to throw out some facts from the story about Mizuchi and see if that paints a picture.

Mizuchi is a vengeful spirit which implies that she died in severe agony and/or had a powerful hatred when she died.

She seems to hate Youkai. Explicitly stating that inside all Youkai are the same. She even goes as far as to lump Mokou, a character who is explicitly human just with immortality from the Hourai Elixir, in as being a Youkai. All of her actions within the story are specifically caused by her hatred of Youkai and more specifically the peace for Youkai that's come to exist in Gensokyo.

Her response to discovering that youkai such as kappa, tengu, whale-house-servants, Tanuki, and Kitsune are able to interact peacefully among humans by blending in causes her to exclaim that Humans lost to Youkai? Notably it's a question. As if she's shocked or doesn't want to believe it.

Also despite this hatred towards youkai, her anger is chiefly directed at the Hakurei Shrine and specifically at Reimu. Mizuchi clearly hates Reimu YET Reimu has absolutely 0 idea who Mizuchi is or why she hates her.

Mizuchi wants credit for everything she does. When she sees that the BBN has been reporting on Reimu choosing to lockdown the shrine and not come out she gets furious that Aya didn't include that her reason is because she's afraid of Mizuchi. But here's the funny thing. She concludes, once she sees she's not being reported on, that she'll need to spread more chaos and fear to the surface.

She comes to this conclusion smack dab in the middle of the human village. The totally defenseless against her human village. But ... she doesn't do anything to them. Except outside of Mokou (who Mizuchi explicitly states she considers to be a youkai) and Marisa (who has tried to interfere several times and who Mizuchi made clear she was fighting to make a point) Mizuchi never actually harms a human being in Foul Detective Satori.

She only harms youkai without giving any threat to Gensokyo's human population. Hmmmmmm. It's almost like she wants to specifically target Youkai for something. Maybe like. Some kind of word that starts with an e. Oh well, can't think of it, lul.

She collects cursed/haunted objects and carries them with her. Incorporating them into her outfit and also, seemingly based on her battle with Mokou, developing a fighting style based on using these different relics.

Oh yeah and the Kanji for her given name translate to Pure Soul while her surname has the kanji for a shinto shrine in it.

Now also. While I'm talking about her. I have some art here by the artist Spearsgun that demonstrates one other little detail I find interesting.

While not exactly the same, particularly they wear different hair ornaments, Mizuchi and Reimu wear their hair in similar styles. Something that, I at least would imagine, is the traditional hairstyle of the Hakurei Maiden.

Okay so I think that's enough beating around the bush I have made it very clear what I am getting at.

Mizuchi is a Youkai Exterminator. That is to say, my version of Mizuchi at least, is 100% one of the prior Hakurei Maidens. Now my understand is that traditionally shrine maidens/mikos are chosen from children who show particular signs rather than being biologically related (in fact I'm pretty sure they aren't really supposed to have sex) so Mizuchi probably isn't one of Reimu's biological ancestors.

But she IS a predecessor of Reimu. One who has Totally different views on human-youkai relationships and one who, given she is a vengeful spirit, probably died in a horrific and violent way against one of the Youkai of Gensokyo's past (totally ex Rumia we all know it). One who thinks Reimu is a failure of an exterminator and who has let Gensokyo fall apart.

^^ Which funnily might make her a good ally to Kay's take on the Hakurei God. Particularly since she is literally one of her old mikos.

[comfreyhollywings]

the thing about you is that you never notice the border between kindness and what, in society's standards, is counted as "actual flirting." and like, that wouldn't be an actual problem because you were always the kid that laid low. in most cases, you'd say you're a pretty normal human being who went to school, worked two jobs, and bought groceries after making ends meet. and that was fine. you were fine with that.

except for the fact that your roommate's form hovers over you, goat horns curling on each side of their head while their void gaze stare at you. literally, nothing but everlasting nothingness haunts you down. their talons, laughably big, holding the small android phone you introduced them to several years ago. they're not really saying anything, just.. staring. they're always staring, of course. demons don't really have to blink.

"what?" you ask, blinking. "was it something i said?"

they don't really answer. what you get is equivalent to that of a blink. or was it actually a blink? do demons blink? it's something similar to that, the shape of his hollow eyes narrowing. you just know that they kinda look away. it's hard to read them. but you know their exhale is half-amused, half exasperated. "i don't know. is it something you've said?"

a spike of agitation. but you bite your tongue. right. because it's always like this with them. you try to make a joke, they just give you the same look as the one you're giving right now. when you think of the word menace, their direct picture come up to you. of course it'd be fucking subtle. you're not one to exactly have the patience of a saint. so you throw your hands up in frustration. "jared, this is the fourth time you're pulling something like this off—"

"and this is why we need to work on your social skills. your nuances are lacking." jared interrupts, hooves clopping over to you with a lazy point of their talons. you're really trying not to bristle at their patronizing tone, but in all honesty, it's pissing you off as they continue. "remember the day you leaned on the piano? told me about all keys i was playing?"

you slowly turn your head, narrowing your eyes. "yes..? why?"

"the chord you pointed out was like.. a very well known innuendo in hell. a lot of musicians hang about there. you're telling me i was nearly as skilled as solomon."

you remember that. the hyperfixiation tangent/joke about him from the bible. you remember telling him, ah yes, your play your piano like solomon does writing song of songs, blink a couple times again, then furrow your brows in confusion. "okay? and?"

"solomon gets fawned over in the realms of hell. it's not often heard of but.. well.. " jared's talons rake against the wooden table, the fourth deep scratch they've made today. god, you need a new table for this shit. "song of songs is literally a song about sex. you're literally telling me i'm fuckable by even mentioning song of songs."

your brain whirrs to a stop. you blank out for a minute. it's been a hot minute since you read song of songs, but.. "what?"

"yeah." jared sighs, their voice rumbling in their chest. they grab the bible they've been chewing on, like a goat, and rips a page out to plops it into their mouth. "we really need to work on your social skills. specifically your literacy. i'm not even the first person you've been doing this to. ms. 'you look-so-cute-to-every-single-pretty-person-you-come-across'. it's honestly horrifying how much you don't see what comes across their faces next. real tragic. i don't know how you keep doing this, but you have a gift in flirting no matter the culture."

you're frozen in your seat, eyes averting when your hands slide down. "i thought i was being polite? wasn't i just being funny?"

"no. you literally have the subtlety of a volcano." they state flatly, armor clanking when approaching you. "think of it this way though: the supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting. you're already one step ahead over dominating the hell out of people.”

Your roommate is a hulking demon, a former warlord with millennia of combat experience, and the picture of menace and brutality. Apparently, they were under the impression that you’ve been flirting with them “with the subtlety of a volcano” and you have NO idea how.

[b66clematis]

if i say this on twitter about that lebak bulusian guy, will i get my ass beaten? i dunno... that's scary...

considering this site is shutting down, this feels like the right place to say it, and i'm just gonna say it right to the point:

i don't like the "anies baswedan fanclub" vibe in indonesian twitter lately... yeah.

look. i'm not against this guy. as someone who commutes to jakarta daily, i would like to thank him for cutting a good chunk of my transportation expenses with mikrotrans. i also enjoyed christina martha tiahahu park. he has been funny so far (see my write up about jokowi's supernaturals). we could have worse.

but... i don't know. something just feels... off. uncanny? probably due to 2 reasons:

personal reasons. i used to like a public figure. then he became cocky, failed to prove the thing he was boasting about. and that caused him to be ridiculed. it goes on for a good 4 years. it was not fun at all, and this public figure is not even a politician, nor big superstar. what he did wasn't something grave either, yet it was the worst 4 years in my fandom career. taught me to never like real life people anymore. they're imperfect, and getting attached too close to them means, it's also likely harder to deattach when they trip.

people keep on saying to never trust politicians. they all hide something bad in them, only cares for their interests, yada yada. so when you see a politician that appears to defy this rule... it's gonna stand out in a badly suspicious way. even people like, say, mahfud MD, still gets blamed for his stance on kanjuruhan tragedy and passing the omnibus law bill (he's more like an enabler than actually the cause, need to be noted). or ganjar pranowo, who still has the wadas mining site haunting him at times (although weirdly enough, i don't see conversations about this often during pemilu either on twitter).

you may object "what are you on, he has mistakes too! remember his 2017 winning speech during pilkada jakarta?" this is true. twitter also have talked about some of his "mistakes", like how his pinisi overpass have no roof (they need to put that roof), not continuing LRT (apparently another saga of "government hates anies", see this debate between ahok's guy VS anies' guy about it), or the "tiktok users are implied to have no common sense" phrasing thing*. but in the overall indonesian twitter climate... it doesn't seem to impact him greatly. there are still many people willing to defend them. unlike mahfud, which no one tried to defend his blunders, or even ganjar who still have most accounts doubting his defense. the 212 thing? it has been debunked often with a picture of prabowo in the mass event. his mistakes are overall not really prominently seen around.

he's also really the perfect recipe for what (twitter) people picture as an ideal leader. charismatic, soft and well spoken, open to criticism, interacts a lot to people both in real life (you gotta see his house, it's very open to people, both in planning and function) and the internet (kinda too chronically online lately), transparent history (i know too much about this guy at this point, thanks twitter), an overall consistent idealism, and so far has been aligning with the opposition's demands. he feels very close and reachable to the people, unlike most politicians here. someone that can give people hope in these dark times of democracy.

i don't write this to wish downfall for anies. if he is just actually that good and all of his mistakes are still arguable, then i suppose it's mostly fine. if anything, i'm actually kinda on a suspertitious doubt that he's having one anytime soon. in my belief, someone that has been disgraced so hard will one day receive the reward, and someone who is on a high place may fall soon so that no one will deify them. in the past years, anies has received a lot of blame, hoax, and defamation**. so by logic of this suspertition, this is probably god's reward for anies, for enduring such hardships.

... or is it? what if it's actually the other one, being "currently on a high place?" i don't know, this is kinda hard to gauge. anies is HELLA popular in twitter, but also HATED in the indonesian people in general. so, he is popular, but also not popular...?

but yeah. what i anticipate is, whether god will expose his fatal faults one day, or trips himself, and people end up defending him instead. creating another joko widodo. especially when every of his faults have counters that you just don't hear anyone complain about it anymore, or when some people start to say "this guy really have no weaknesses, don't he? imagine passing a leader like this." and so on. even when you preface it with "not to idolize him, but-" or "i know we have to praise the idea and not the person". it's kinda hard to buy in the current climate.

heck, i even have seen some people going "if i write down this anies criticism or scandal*** that once happened to him, i will get my ass beaten". that's... not really good indicator? if anies is open to criticism and the people are also welcome to the idea of scolding anies when he does wrong, then no people should be worried to post it. i think overall, what i want to say is that... it's kinda hard to tell how good anies actually is, because all that blow up is the good things. most criticisms are usually debated over in twitter's harsh style. it starts to give out an imagery that anies is an utopia dream.

prove me right, twitter. when the time unfortunately falls upon us****, prove that you are all here for anies' idealisms, and not anies as a person.

FOOTNOTES (tumblr, please put support for footnote formatting. thanks!)

*i'm aware that none of these is as grave as omnibus law bill, or wadas. 

**he kinda did this to himself, IMO, but he appears to have been learning from that mistake and starting to reestablish his reputation. 

***i, of course, also wish this to not happen, hence "unfortunately". 

****something about how he become the rector in paramadina. apparently involved some insider sabotage thing (he's not supposed to be the rector), but i haven't seen any full dicussion on this other than paramadina people hearsays, and my friend who went there during his era didn't know either. so i'm not sure about how true is it.

too many footnotes...

[allylikethecat]

"I'm starting to get worried y'all hate this fic and me..." WRONG if i ever say anything negative about you then shoot me because that is NOT ME!!!!!!

ok no formattying (that was unintentional but its funny so im leaving it) sorry, but im going insane over this chapter like KAJDHWKJS. george feeling guilty !!!!!!!!! im literally about to die pls. the END omg im dying. theyre both so sad i just want to shake them by the shoulders and yell TALK at them PLEASE. speak. COMMUNICATE. sorry i cant even form words im so tired but id read this fic from my grave idgaf.

"But most of all he hated himself." STOP IT. IM GONNA CRY. george no pls he loves u u love him talk it out its fine its fine talk it out IM GONNA SCREAM. ok. insanity over. enjoy your day and i hope you are blessed by the gods for this fic i sweae

AHHH Hello again!! AHHH Thank you so much for reading oh my gosh!! You weren't kidding about reading it asap! Also sorry for being insecure on main 😭 sometimes the self doubt creeps in even when I don't want it to... rationally I know that I write my fics for fun, for me, because I enjoy it, but sometimes I get nervous when I don't see any feedback on them since I don't have a beta reader anymore... then I fully convince myself they suck or that I have gone completely in the wrong direction 😬

Yes! Fictional!George is feeling SO GUILTY he has finally had time to like... settle down and has realized that maybe he reacted a little irrationally / over the top... and also more than that he misses Fictional!Matty, yes he's jealous of the success he's having but he doesn't look happy in any of the pictures he just looks tired and that makes Fictional!George sad. He's spend MONTHS working to get Fictional!Matty to look a little less haunted and he personally has ruined all of his hard work 💀 Hopefully they'll talk things out soon... 😇

LOL Fictional!George is now shifting his hatred of Fictional!Matty inward (was he just projecting his own issues with self worth onto Fictional!Matty the entire time 🤔 idk but I think both of them need some therapy...) THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING and your INCREDIBLE ask omg!! I am currently watching the SCF so we will see how my day ends up hahahaha (Get your shit together Panthers if you blow this after leading the series 3-0 I will never recover) I hope you are having the most wonderful of Fridays and that you have a wonderful weekend!!

❤️Ally

[lostinmyhidingplace]

Where to hide?

I think the worse part of it all is that I can't confront the situation because I'm not sure if it even happened. It took me weeks to recognize that something sinister had happened. It took retelling the story to others and trying to make a self deprecating joke about it and being met with pity. And the V word. I hate that word. I want to be known for the things I've done, not the things that have been done to me. I've always pictured my name next to words like Writer, Actor, Director, Socialite. Titles that made people look at me with pride, with envy, maybe even with hate but never with pity. And the worst part of it is there's nowhere to go from here if I don't know what happened for certain. And I'll never know. Which means that no matter how good of a day I have, how much I accomplish, how far I go.. it'll be there. The unanswered questions haunting me. I've always been a big drinker, why did I black out after 3 drinks? I hadn't ate much that day, how long was I on his bathroom floor throwing up for? Where did my tampon go? The craziest thing is that I saw him one more time after that and he kissed me and my body froze. And I tried to pull away and he wouldn't let me so I just stood there frozen. I didn't abruptly end it out of fear that it would turn violent. I figured it would just be easier to endure it. Why would I force myself to see him again if he did something horrible to me? Questions that didn't even really occur to me until I told my friend the story in between laughs and her laughter slowly muffled and then inevitably came to a halt. And once I finally made peace with the fact that I would never know and I just needed to move on with my life. And I had, burying it deep inside me and creating more layers of interesting and funny of myself that it would be impossible to unearth. There he was. 4 years later. In a drunk crowded bar I had my sunglasses on and was dancing with my eyes closed. Feeling alive. And when I opened my eyes there he was staring at me. And I felt sick again. So I tried to hide, figured the club was big enough for the two of us. And instead I accidentally walked myself into a corner where it was just the two of us. And at first this motherfucker pretended not to know me. So I played along. And he said "Hi I'm ____ and you look so familiar" I avoided eye contact with him and said nope don't think so. He sits next to me and after a few questions he fakes an epiphany and says "I do know you, we went on a few dates a while back". And I try and pretend not to remember while trying my hardest to scoot over. Looking for my friend. Praying and pleading to any God that may or may not have existed that she would come out of the bathroom to save me. That anyone would walk by and take me out of this hell. And then he puts his hand on my leg, much further up than I would've ever let a stranger. And my heart stops. And again I just fucking freeze. I don't do anything. It feels like I'm across the room watching myself. And as he touches my leg he says "We should hang out again. And watch Bob's Burgers, that's still your favorite right?" The man who I went on 3 dates with over 4 years ago and "Allegedly" wasn't sure who I was but could remember my favorite thing. Like it belonged to him and not me. And suddenly those layers of interesting and funny I had built for myself just melted away and the only thing I was left with was unanswered questions. "We're going to hang out again" was the most terrifying and threatening sentence I had ever heard. He pulls out his phone and ask me to give my number. Thinking I'm slick I pull out my phone and say "No give me yours and I'll call you." Dying for this interaction to fucking end, I'm not paying attention to what he's doing on my phone. Of course he calls himself. He finally lifts his hand off my leg and I realize I've been holding my breath this whole time. I exhale. I see him two more times that night and his over familiar tone and body language with me made me want to dig my nails into my wrists.

[overx]

Raz

Do you think there’s life after death?

If you were reborn as someone/something new, who or what would you want to be?

If you do believe in the afterlife, what kind of afterlife do you think awaits you?

If you are immortal, do you ever wish you were mortal instead?

Could you kill someone if it meant protecting yourself or someone else?

If you could meet someone who has died, who would it be?

Have you ever seen a ghost/spirit?

What’s the last thing you remember before death?

Do you wish you were alive and mortal again?

What have you learned since your death?

Ask My Muse About Death | Accepting!

Do you think there’s life after death? & Have you ever seen a ghost/spirit?

"Oh sure, and a lot more than that too." Easy enough to answer when you know it without any uncertainty. "I've known for a long time. My whole life, actually. I've seen spirits for as long as I can remember which was..." he looks a bit sheepish.

"...sometimes comforting and sometimes. Well. Some ghosts are little gruesome."

If you could meet someone who has died, who would it be?

"I've met a lot of dead people. I never really thought about meeting someone particular." He shrugs. "Sorry it's not a more interesting answer."

If you were reborn as someone/something new, who or what would you want to be?

"...to be honest I never gave it any thought either." An easy shrug from Raz, hands slipping into his jacket pockets. "When I was younger I just wanted to be a normal kid, but you grow out of that when you realize there is no 'normal', really. Just expectations. Even if I was a uh..." an awkward laugh. "... a pretty weird kid."

If you do believe in the afterlife, what kind of afterlife do you think awaits you?

"Oh, uh. I mean I know what's out there for a lot of people but I guess I just always assumed..." he looks a bit embarrassed to say it.

"....I just presumed my uh. That Mor would um. You know?" Raziel gestures vaguely with his hands as if that's any help. "He'd sorta. Keep me? In whatever way is most convenient for a deity and a uh, disembodied soul. Yeah." That's.... weird to explain, moving on.

If you are immortal, do you ever wish you were mortal instead? & Do you wish you were alive and mortal again?

"It's funny that I've been.... both of these things." This admission is the first time the machine's demeanor wavers. Raz's posture almost seems to curl, as if he's shrinking into himself.

"When I was alive I wanted to be anything other than... fragile. Not that I was afraid of Death, no. Immortality just seemed so amazing to me, especially because of my health." A simple fact. "Knowing I'd live a fraction of a human lifespan," Raz resumes "...and even less compared to all the non-humans I know...." it felt like a curse. A burden to everyone who passed through his blink of an existence.

"...it's not a problem anymore." He offers a smile, but it feels hollow. Something else unspoken at the edge of his thoughts. "I have a lot less to worry about, but I... definitely outlived people." Will outlive more. "It's hard to adjust to when it always seemed like I was going to..." die first.

"...I mean I guess I did die. Am dead? Just. I'm not, either." Haunting a body that is and isn't his own. A sort of living purgatory. "I'm not sure I have a preference, exactly. I'm just... grateful for more time while I have it. Especially because I get to share it with Morozko. We... had to limit our visits a lot, before. So I'm trying to enjoy the perks, you know?"

Could you kill someone if it meant protecting yourself or someone else?

".......yes." A simple answer, like the flip of a switch. There is no more doubt, no more flightiness to him. Perhaps he's picturing a specific person, or perhaps a memory has found its way to the surface.

"I would prefer not to, if I don't have to." He affirms, but the air is different. He is different.

What’s the last thing you remember before death?

"I'm not going to answer that." Curt, to the point. Raziel's lack of patience for this line of questioning is crystal clear. "Don't ask me again."

What have you learned since your death?

"...life is still precious, even if there's more after."