#i lurk every day but i never do anything and i wanna do stuff so maybe ill post

[ofdraiocht]

not me rewatching paci.fic rim and once again wondering which muses would be drift compatible with their s/o

[yourfatherlucifer]

Shark Bait (Hongjoong)

Shark Hybrid!Hongjoong x Mermaid!Reader

Summary: Living in a world full of different creatures and humans, some mixed together, creating hybrids. You were just a mermaid though, an ancient tale from the sea. He was something every human feared, even merfolk feared. But you fell in love, how could it be so forbidden?

Warnings: Talks of species violence

AU: Hybrid

Genre: Fluff

WC: 900+ (unfinished)

Rated: PG-13 for violence

Nets: not tagging because I didn’t finish this story and I just want to get it out of my drafts.

“Mom, look at this thing I found! It looks like it was from the pirate era!” You shoved a goblet in front of your mothers face, “Must be some kind of cup?”

You pulled it back to examine it further. Your mother shook her head.

“Y/N, we talked about this, I understand you like your scavenging, you’re an adult you can do as you’d like, but please, take it somewhere else.” She folded her arms.

“I don’t like those human objects. They just bring misfortune.” Her tail swayed behind her.

You had rolled your eyes at him before clutching the found object to your chest, “And what misfortune do you speak of mother? It’s a cup.”

You loved living in the ocean, though, you had no idea what land life was like anyway. Still, you loved the shiny sea life, the coral, the seaweed, the little treasures you’d find at the bottom of the ocean.

Some you’d even bring to your little siblings, they’d love the gifts. Sometimes they’d even wanna go on a journey with you, but you or your parents would never allow it. They were still very young and there were dangers that lurked in the waters.

Despite being friendly with the sea life, there were still some that didn’t like you. The sharks for example, especially the great whites. They loved to harass the merfolk.

So you had to be careful when investigating ship wrecks, making sure there were no bodies. You always felt bad for the humans who got lost at sea, so you’d guide them back. However, there were always the bad humans, the ones that would try to capture you for your body, to take you as a trophy or a ‘pet’.

That didn’t stop you from loving your life and exploring. Your parents considering you to be adventurous, they always worried about you, scared you’d get hunted by a shiver of sharks. You never did though, you were always careful.

Your mother scoffed at you, she was almost seething with anger, "It doesn't matter, Y/N! You are always going into the dangerous waters without thinking! Just to get your stupid trinkets, that we have no use of! What, what are we gonna do with a goblet!" Her arms thrown up.

You couldn't understand why your mother was being like this, you were always safe, nothing had happened, ever.

“Y/N, please. Just listen to me. Your step father and I care for you and are worried of your adventures,” you could feel the ‘air’ turning somber, “I’ve never told you what actually happened to your father.”

After so many years, she was finally going to give you answers? And for what? Just to stop you from having fun? It isn’t right. You never grieved your fathers death, because you never met the dude. So what does his death have to do with anything?

Your mother took the goblet from your hands and brought you inside your cove home, "Listen, your father was the same way, he loved his little adventures, just as you do. That's where you got it from," she took a deep breath, "He'd always bring me little presents when I was pregnant with you."

She smiled as she recalled those delightful memories.

"But one day he didn't return. He was with some buddies, on yet another adventure for me presents. He wanted to some stuff for you to have."

You could see her emotions unraveling but continued to listen, "When he didn't return for hours, I was so scared. Then his friends came here. Without him."

"They told me they were attacked by sharks. Your father was the only who didn't make it. Said he distracted the sharks so they could get away."

At this point your mother had tears streaming down her face, even if you couldn't tell with the water.

When she wiped her tears away, she stared at you once again, "That is why I don't like your adventures. These attacks on our people are getting too common. I don't want to lose you, Y/N, you're all I have left of your father. I hated those trinkets after he passed."

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Even after the talk with her, I still didn't care, I didn't know him. I was always careful anyway, never once have I come across a shark, maybe a nurse shark but they're friendly. It was the great whites, goblin sharks, tiger sharks and other sharks that were aggressive.

I had found another shipwreck, ways from the last one I discovered earlier, this looked fairly new, couldn't know exactly when it sank though.

It was a smaller boat, looked like one those humans partied on, what did they call it? Yacht, I think? Wonder how it got sunk.

Humans could be idiots when it came to anything.

I wedged myself inside, careful not to catch my tail on anything. There were a few shiny things, a small rectangle about the size of my hand, I think the humans called these phones, not too sure. It was useless underwater, so I just placed it back where I found it.

While searching for miscellaneous objects, I didn't realize the boat had been swarmed by sharks. My predator.

Once I had stopped searching, I turned to make my way out, only to be met with huge jaws, razor sharp teeth, and pale gray skin. A great white shark. The King of the seas.

I swam back further into the boat and in response the shark mauled the small entrance with its mouth, trying to get to me. Oh my god, I should've listened to my mother, now I am going to die just as my father did.

I cried out in fear, I didn't want to die.

As the shark approached me, something pushed it out of the way, I could hear shouts, "Back off! Didn't I tell you to stop killing the mermaids!"

You poked your head out in confusion, what was going on?

The figure swam up to me, I could finally figure out its features. It was a boy..about my age. He’s beautiful. However, he adorned a fin on his back and razor sharp teeth.

He held his hand up to me but I slowly swam back into the boat, “Hey! Wait, it’s okay! I’m not going to hurt you.”

He smiled, “My name is Hongjoong, I’m a shark-hybrid. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna do anything, I just wanna be your friend.”

UNFINISHED

[party-9]

Yandere prince x destined for another reader

Imagine the crown prince of your continent, a childhood friend of yours, absolutely upset that the prophet destined you to the grand Duke's son, prophesied to be the hero.

Disclaimer: MDNI, yandere stuff, angst, mayor character death, not a happy ending.

Prince's POV

This day was like every other day with my sweet and charming friend, they were so radiant that even Forest critters stare at them in awe, they have been introduced to me, as part of the treaty between the royal family and the temple, and even if I didn't exactly like them at first, I've grown fond of them after experiencing their neverending kindness.

Reader: Today is a very special day, my future spouse will be prophesied, and whoever that is, will save the kingdom from monsters lurking at the black forest.

Prince: Oh that's wonderful to hear bunny

Oh~ I was extatic, besides having them as a spouse, I'll be the hero of my country, making my rule safe from any competition.

We both prepared, they wore a baby blue tunic, dressed in gold to the ceremony and I wore my best robes, very confident that I'll be the object of the prophesy.

There we stood in front of the prophet, and I assured my bunny that their spouse will never mistreat then, quite sure I never will and just as everyone was in position and I waited to hear my name called to be my bunny's spouse...Another name is called, what? How is this possible?

Me and bunny are meant to be together, I don't wanna see them with that damn brat! Apparently, my future spouse was destined to the Grand Duke's heir? Who does he THINK he is, my bunny is mine and MINE ALONE !!!

My bunny turned to look at him, seemingly happy with the news(because that bastard was quite attractive) and after seeing them so exited, I could hardly contain my rage!

But I didn't wanted to rain on their parade, so I masked my emotions the best I could and I congratulated then half heartlely...

Afterwards things changed, I thought I could deal with the situation, even if it hurt me deeply, but my bunny enjoyed? Spending time with that rat, si much so that they didn't visit me as much as before and when they did... When they did they talked about how happy they felt for their outcome! Ahh!

Don't they realize we were meant to be together!!? That prophet must have brainwashed them after I left to control my rage!

I felt a pang in my heart, and the whole intention to separate that bastard from my darling bunny! Fortunately, as the crown prince, I've been trained to control my emotions, and that I did, for years, while MY bunny growed closer to that cry baby of a man, each day, the darkness in my heart growing, seeing them get further and further away from me.

It got to a breaking point after the beast started to raid villages under our protection, all while the supposed "hero" was still under training, all he has done is robbing me of my bunny apparently! Not even doing what he was destined to do. My bunny advised me to have faith in their spouse, that they are the destined hero, but I just couldn't bear it anymore, and that night, I had a strange dream...

I knew it was a dream, since I couldn't hear see anything other than darkness, and from the darkness I felt a voice talking to me.

Mysterious voice: Oh my~ ain't your story so sad~ Your "future spouse" taken from you by a useless child~.

I gripped my sword and called

Prince: Who are you!? Show yourself !!

As I started in disbelief as the black fog turned into a tall androgynous individual, with heeled boots, as well as a tail and horns.

Mysterious voice: Your people tend to call me demon lord~ But you'll call me "My lord" after going under my command ~

Prince: I don't care what you offer, I'll never let you ruin my country and my people!

Demon lord: Oh I don't wanna ruin anything ~ I'll just rule over you as I see fit and... Well that's a shame~

Prince: What is?

Demon lord: Without my help, your darling "bunny" will never look your way~ can you honestly tell me you'll forget about them and peacefully let another person take them~?

Prince: What?

Demon lord: You have me~

Prince:I... Of course not!! But what choose do I have!?

Demon lord: I'll make them be bound to you~ what's a prophesy in front of my power~

Prince:...What are your conditions to give my bunny back to me?

Demon lord: Oh just ten years of your live~ I'll take controll of your body for ten years and then I'll give it back to you, with your darling being bound to you~ how about it~?

Prince: As long as you promise not to kill my people indiscriminately, I accept

Demon lord:Sure thing, now~ I'll see you in ten years.

Time skip~

I awoke, with my darling bunny at my feet, a bit confused, but happy to see them by my side

Prince:Bunny~! Can you give me a resumen of the last ten years?

I wasn't scared of the consequences, whatever that demon lord had done, was useful to bring my bunny to my side, but bunny ... Avoided my gaze and began to do as I asked, giving me a rundown of the last ten years.

My country was in a dire situation, full of famine and infections, as my stopping of the wall building, allowed more monsters to get in, their spouse completely exhausted from all the monster killing due to my legislation, instituted after I was crowned king, their marriage was broken after 9 years without a heir, and I snatched them for myself under imperial law, my people hated me, and the court was full of corruption.

I knew the demon lord would allow monsters to be rampant, but it's nothing I can't change on the future, the thing that worried me the most, was that my darling didn't look at me anymore, and when I asked them why, they responded they are tired, so I let them go rest, can't have them tired and working hard, that's my responsibility.

After my darling went to the bedroom, I took care of some paperwork and went to the Kings bedroom, now considered mine and I saw my darling...with their wrist slit!

I wailled into the sky and blamed myself!

Whatever that demon had done, it was I that put my beloved and my people in danger by accepting his temptation, if I could go back I would!!!!

Later, after assigning a capable court member as my stand in, I began looking for ways to get my bunny back, going to dark magicians and spending a lot of the Treasury, when everything failed, I gave in to alcohol, while the country situation was getting worse and worse with no one to lead, finally after a coup d'etat leadered by the hero, I was buried alive, right next to my darling fortunately, while the hero was expected to pick up my mess, I didn't care, as I spent as much time as I could with my darling, before succumbing to asphyxiation after the air ran out, I just wished I hadn't been so selfish, so my darling bunny and everyone else could have lived better lived... So that my darling wouldn't have to left in such a gruesome manner, thanks to my actions, I wished and wished, but as if disgusted, my goddess never answered and the demon lord didn't either, probably amused at my reaction, I withered like that, after taking everything from my bunny, long after they had decomposed, since I was a coward and couldn't follow then right away after their death.

[steven-has-exploded]

massive apologies to all the tanizakiheads seeing me in this tag every other day but now that we have confirmation he and naomi arent even siblings, ive been looking back and just. realizing how weirdly their whole relationship is written BEYOND the alabama shit?

this is also gonna be a teensy bit long because i cannot shut the fuck up, anyways warning for mentions of s/a + some panels of That and incest. also naomi likers proceed with caution, i really dont even dislike her to be honest but the point of this post is to point out the really weird way her actions are written, so if u dont wanna see that then. there

so. ive realized that basically no part of their "activities" is written explicitly as being consensual on junichirou's end, and im unsure if asagiri even did this intentionally because its just. never talked about and also constantly treated like just a running gag

like maybe this is just the translation im reading but id say that it actually implies moreso that the stuff behind closed doors is nonconsensual rather than the opposite, the language used especially by junichirou really implies that theres at least something questionable in regards to that aspect, i.e. this page in chapter 15 right before naomi was taken into annes room by lucy

right before this is naomi saying that junichirou claimed hed "do anything she wanted", which. yeah im not gonna pretend like that isnt just supposed to be some haha funny kink joke, but junichirou claiming that she "forced" him to do something combined with that forms some really unsavory implications that i, again, dont think were intentional on asagiris part

and this continues through their interactions in the earlier chapters; every single time they talk about some kind of unspoken thing that happened between them, its always phrased like this. ive seen a considerable number of people in my time lurking over arguments online claim that junichirou is in on it because of this panel;

and while. firstly that isnt how consent works - second, since this entire fandom sees their relationship as weird in one way or another and not just funny like asagiri hoped we would and im coming at this from the same angle, this seems more like him trying to let her down softly instead of saying she can do whatever in private, since they were in the middle of an investigation at this point. "not here", at least to me, doesnt imply that hes chill with it in private, but that he just doesnt want whatever to happen in public based on the way its been written

and obviously this isnt even bringing up the fact that one of the first scenes we see of them just earlier in ch3 involves naomi groping junichirou in the middle of uzumaki cafe, because that obviously IS nonconsensual and its just. brushed off. like kunikida tells atsushi not to question it and then they just move on. its very obvious that asagiri wrote it this way because it was supposed to be a gag, but seemed completely unaware of the completely godawful implications of this situation just because its happening to a man. junichirou is visibly uncomfortable in all of these scenes, its heavily implied that theres a lack of consent beyond just the scenes on screen, and then its never brought up again because its supposed to be a "joke"

i dont know. i just wanted to point this out because from my personal perspective as a man whose also a victim of sexual harassment, particularly from a family member, this is the way it came off to me and ive been thinking about this for a bit. dont idolize asagiri thats the moral of the story here mans weird as shit

[sailorgundam308]

okay but you're right about the petite tav thing (also idk if you know but someone's lame ass "callout" post about you being a bully and how you'll never get commissions is circulating)

like in a game where you can create nearly anything with a tav it's boring as fuck to make them look copy pasted of every conventional girl irl. ive always thought that, it's why I can't read certain super popular fics in this fandom because the tav absolutely rips me out of any enjoyment (cough, the arrangement)

but it's not fair for people to be harassing you over your opinion, it's your blog if they don't wanna make themselves upset maybe they shouldn't be lurking on your page

It's what I think. I have no interest, never had, in any media, when a protagonist is the pretty standard petite girl. It doesn't resonate with me at all and, therefore, they come across as very boring to me.

About the post circulating about me, I know about it. It was made by 2 girls who didn't like when I said I don't like pairing Astarion with the aforementioned pretty petite tav type. They then devolved into, apparently, some sort of Alex Jones, calling into question my values as a person, made up what I said and whatnot. They've been flooding me with hate messages for a while, stopping short only of telling me to kill myself. But then, of course, I'm the bully in the story. lol

It's very much their problem. Anyone following me, reading what I say, knows what I stand for - and what I don't, cause I tend to say it pretty clearly.

And I agree with you, too: tumblr is a collection of personal blogs of people with differing opinions. Unless someone is attacking or harming a real person, or being an actual bigot, it's all a matter of thinking differently about things. And that's not an issue.

You'd think people who claim to be so inclusive would understand that not everyone has to agree on things - and that you shouldn't dig the internet for content that will piss you off because you feel like going on a moral rampage for the sake of feeling superior. You WILL find content to make you angry. Thing is, some of that will be justified. Some, apparently, will just be me saying im not into X type of pairing.

Sound's pretty easy to do, but some folks are actually pretty incredible in regards to the amount of effort they'll put to go after someone they (don't know) but decided they dislike.

One of the girls saying she "took a screenshot" of what I said is from a discord I'm also a member of, and I think she got jealous cause I only posted Karlach x Astarion art and they shipped him with a different character. The other one is just a hardcore harasser. I got all their hate messages saved. Maybe one day I'll post it so people can see what kind low level stuff they said to me. It was WILD.

In any case. I never deleted the post where I said I think Astarion doesn't look good with pretty cutesy girly tavs cause I DO think that, and there's nothing wrong with me saying it. I'm not talking about any real person, nor even any tav in particular. But people like to distort shit to make waves then feel morally superior.

Thankfully, my commissions are doing great! I don't beg anyone to hire me, and as with everything else online, no one is forced to anything - commission me or even interact with my blog. There is a block function here and I use it often - it works wonders.

Anyway, thanks for saying that. Truly. This whole thing was pretty upsetting at first, but I soon realized there was no conversation to be had with thesef people - they don't want to talk. They want to tear someone they don't know apart to feel superior and "win".

It's nice to know not everyone bought into the gaslighting shit these two (and probably now more ppl) are spouting.

:)

[localicecreambiter]

Writing Warm-up: 7th times the Charm

I haven't written anything substantial in a long while so I decided to crank out a little thing for some practice. I didn't proof read so forgive the mistakes and terrible writing flow

my first actual loz piece

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"What can I do to help?"

It was always the same question. The same tone. The longer he knew the other, the more sure he grew that Link wasn't even aware it was something he did. The Hylian was just helpful by nature; a heart pure and true is what Ravio always said. Too nice for his own good.

So when a group of self proclaimed heros knocked on his dear friend's door, asking for Link to help on another quest, Ravio couldn't say he was surprised.

Lorule was a land buzzing with magic, despite the (previously) lack of triforce. It was a kingdom filled with strange monsters, items, and people. So to say the Lolian was magically inclined would be an understatement. Identifying Hyrule's magic had been challenging initially. Despite the similarities, there was a distinct difference in magical presence that threw the merchant off at points. Just as their lands mirrored not exactly the same, the magic reflected in kind. While he tended to get confused, there was no denying the glaringly obvious: these heros held the exact same magic Link harbored.

It was something unexplainable, not through words, at the very least. Call it a gut feeling, but he just knew.

Wisdom had always been drawn to courage anyhow.

The small cottage atop a hill in central Hyrule had never felt so empty as Link saddled his adventuring bag. His excitement betrayed the cool persona he attempted to keep, fidgety digits readjusting his bag strap every few seconds. They would make eye contact every so often as the party trotted along the pebbled road, greenery edging his vision. That was the toughest part about being friends with a hero: the guy had responsibilities set upon him by the goddess. No matter how much Link grumbled and complained, cursed and forsaken, he always did his duty at the end of the day.

It was one of the numerous things that set them so far apart.

He shook his head, vowing he had let go of that insecurity years ago. He wasn't 14 anymore, he wasn't the failed hero of Lorule. He was a merchant, and a friend of the hero of Hyrule. He wanted nothing more, nothing less. So when Link swung around to offer one last goodbye, pride swelled inside the cowardly rabbit.

"Try and make it back in one piece, pal." He tried for a smile, lip quivering with emotion. "Sheerow and I will always be rooting for you back home, so don't let us down buddy."

Link only shook his head, smirk doing nothing to hide the fondness on his face. "Yeah yeah, no promises. Make sure my house doesn't burn down… And don't pawn off my stuff." The pointed look was playful, they both knew he would never dream of it.

They could stand there and banter all day, but Ravio knew Link had more important places to be.

"I'll see you later." Not a question, nor an offer, but a fact. The merchant could do nothing but nod for fear he'd lose his composure. There was always some uncertainty when leaving for an adventure, but if Link was anything, it was reliable.

He always made it home without fail.

And as the portal closed, he was reminded of how fast things can change in a single moment.

There was always a constant, and as he turned to make the trek back to the empty feeling cottage on a hill in central Hyrule, he hoped silently Link would be that constant.

The odds were six to nothing. A reassuring ratio.

The Lolian smiled, he could live with those odds.

Link would be home before he knew it.

@kaite--s i figured you'd wanna see this since we've been discussing (but seeing as you lurk in the ravio tags as much as I do im sure you would have found it eventually)

[gallawitchxx]

tag game tuesday thursday: fandom edition! ✨

thank you so much to @celestialmickey @energievie @mzshko @shinygalaxyperson @juliakayyy @mmmichyyy @metalheadmickey for tagging me! & then i'm pretending that @gardenerian & @suzy-queued tagged me too. i love you all so madly 🖤

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your name: bee 🐝

your age: 13 going on 30 🥳

your first fandom(s): probably harry potter (fuck jkr). there's a picture of baby me that ran in my hometown newspaper at a midnight book release (at borders books! remember that place???), dressed as luna lovegood lolol. i still have the radish earrings that i made out of model magic! but then i was super active in the doctor who fandom in the early 2010s. i never wrote fic or anything though, just irl stuff--god, the 50th anniversary was so fucking fun--& tumblr gifs 🤩

your current fandom(s): shameless 🖕🏼

how did you first get into fandom? see above? lol. i think i just have always been a nerd who likes to engage with media in a fully unhinged way 😅

how long have you been engaging with fandom spaces? i'll keep this answer shamey specific: since early 2021! i fully fell into a deep pit of gallavich & started reading fic & lurking around tumblr. finally made one over the summer & then decided to fully impose on this space for the first ever gallacrafts! what a way to join! ✨

how often do you read fanfics? every damn day 😇

top 3 characters from your current fandom(s): mickey milkovich, ian gallagher, mandy milkovich

have you ever written a fic for a fandom? if so, shout it out! you can find me at gallawitch on ao3 & here's my bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼 tag on tumblr! 😍

have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom? if so, drop a link! surprisingly, yes! there are some on ao3 & then you can also check out my #bee makes art 🐝🎨 tag on tumblr!

share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about: i have really big feelings about 4x11 (it's one of my absolute favorite episodes of television, truly) & the powder keg that is the whole day between ian & mickey. you can read some of those thoughts here, but basically i think that regardless of love or mania, ian stopped taking mickey's safety into account when he was pushing him to come out. one day i will find the og meta post i wrote!! i still stand by it! 🗣

you’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them? again, because i am UNHINGED, i actually made this whole interactive summary to introduce someone to ian x mickey, aka the greatest love story of all time & you can read it here: the great ship gallavich 🚢

and finally, what does fandom mean to you? oh holy hell. at this point, it's truly everything to me. it's my escape, it's my joy, it's my entertainment, it's my safe space & it's now my BEST FUCKING FRIENDS. i truly think it's the most comfy i've felt sharing & creating with others & i just think it's a magical & emotional place. words cannot describe my gratitude 💗💗💗

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tagging @crossmydna @whatthebodygraspsnot @whaticameherefor @whatwouldmickeydo @heymrspatel @thisdivorce @squidyyy23 @abundanceofnots @oatmilkovich & @rereadanon if you wanna play! if not, i'm kissing your head! 😘

[ghost-proofbaby]

it is enough that we’re trying!! ♡ but a group sobbing session sounds nice - on Thursdays, we cry

Ugh, don’t get me started on Hugh Jackman especially as Van Helsing. For me, it started with watching The Little Vampire when I was a kid. Cirque Du Freak did NOT make it better and I am only slightly ashamed by my Twilight phase. It is actually quite alarming how much vampire content I was ingesting as a child and it explains so much.

Astarion has only reignited my love for vampy men.

Also yes! The ramifications of the exposure are not talked about enough!! Especially because it was hinted that breathing in or interacting with the Upside Down wasn’t good (hazmat suits S1) so how is it that they ran around Vecna’s playground most of S4 without repercussions? There has to be something! We just need everyone to turn into a version of the X-men with all of the exposure to toxic chemicals and otherworldly fumes at this point tbh

But I need to check out @myosotisa stuff because if she’s explored it I need to read it, inject it into my veins!

vamp!Steve isn’t talked about enough at all!

I imagine, everyone is worried about the kids (El and Will) that no one is really paying attention to Steve. And he isn’t worried either. His thoughts focused on his friends, his found family. But slowly the dark thoughts creep in. Insidious images that plague his dreams and it isn’t anything like what Nancy saw. He never sees Vecna but he can feel him. Lurking in the recesses of his brain. And one night he turns, writhing in pain as he sleeps. Skin slick with sweat. Veins protruding, thick and black with poison. Scars tissue from the bat bites aching like they’re brand new. And when he opens his eyes he isn’t Steve, or at least not entirely Steve. This version is angry, blood thirsty. Willing to hunt and maim and kill. And just like you said - he can justify it all! His family is in danger, you’re in danger. But soon the images of killing enemies turn to flashes of killing you and he can’t resist.

I’d imagine he’s quarantined like they did Will except Steve is stronger. Vecna will do anything to kill you because you’re the one person stopping Steve from falling fully under his spell. From allowing Vecna to have the servant he needs to fulfill his plans.

But that’s just how my brain imagines a Steve who slowly falls into madness and starts losing every bit of humanity 😅

I shall live to fuel this insanity (y’all are really just fueling mine) I need Steve to be pushed to the brink of madness and for his character to have another arc (an evil one)

-🍒🌸

ps: sorry for being long-winded, I get excited.

i'm days late but NEVER apologize for being long-winded. oh my WORD. my inbox is always a safe space to ramble excitedly and word vomit especially when it's THIS???? NONNIIIIEEEEEEE please

i giggled at the idea of everyone just becoming a version of the x men ngl

but no, you get! the! vision! the way it starts off justifiable before becoming sinister, the way everyone would turn such a blind eye!! it would be so devastating to see steve, a character who was meant to start off as awful and grow and develop into the character we now know and love, fall to an even worse fate than when he began. i'd say it would be a circle rather than an arc, but even at his worse, steve was never pure evil like that. and to be honest, i just wanna see it. it'll never be canon. but i! wanna! see! it!

you being the only person holding him back, tethering what little is left of who he was to this world. you are the only wrench in vecna's plans and it would infuriate him. and it's worse because he wants you dead, will try to manipulate steve into doing the dirty work for him, but the only thing standing in his way is still you. because you exist, and you're there, and that's enough to keep steve harrington holding out just a little bit longer.

this lil sandbox is so lovely. all the angst potential, all the soft potential for when that glimpse of old steve peaks back through. it's just. GAH. it's wonderful. i love it. i fuckin love it.

[unladielike]

So since it has been brought to my attention some rumours have been circulating about me, I just wanna make a few things clear.

First off, I did not supposedly stalk anyone's blog for years.

If need be, I can even provide my IP address (aka self-dox myself) to prove any screencaps to be false, but I'm nowhere near obsessive enough to check somebody's blog everyday. Like, sure, I might visit blogs of ex-mutuals every once in a blue moon out of curiosity, but contrary to popular belief, tumblr doesn't take up 90% of my time and at best, I would maybe lurk on COAR to read new confessions or refresh my dash once per day just in case non-active partners of mine have returned.

If anything, my time has been mostly comprised of going to work and grinding mobile gachas; in fact, should I notice I have replies to write, I will log in, throw my replies into the queue/save written replies in my drafts folder to queue later, and then fuck off to do other stuff. Honestly, provided someone has beef with me, it's unlikely I would know why unless my encounter with them on tumblr had been rather recent.

To my knowledge, I haven't harassed anyone off of tumblr.

Now, did I have spats with my own fair share of people over the eight or nine years I have been on this hellsite? Yes. Have I made vague posts about ex-mutuals, unintentionally ghosted others, privately vented to friends about people from the RPC I personally can't stand, and commented on COAR confessions? Also, yes.

But that being said, the only one I've ever sent anon hate to was myself and if I played a part in somebody deactivating their blog or quitting tumblr roleplay altogether, then that's certainly news to me, because I don't like participating in public smear campaigns, to the point where I even avoid name dropping certain users in my rules or PSAs I've made. Heck, the way I see it, I can only ever recall myself being relentlessly harassed/bullied, because when it comes to me for some reason, people on this site sadly don't know how to block and move on like normal people.

I also have never encouraged anyone to delete their blogs or chase them out of the RPC and have only ever reported one person due to the fact they would not stop posting about me/attempt to provoke me into engaging in drama on a site that we both frequent despite having me blocked; therefore, I have no idea where the narrative of me harassing people off of tumblr even comes from. Besides, I'm nowhere near popular enough to influence whatever following I have to dog pile on whoever I have grievances with, let alone have many people who would go to bat for me each time I'm being unfairly criticized. Honestly, the one time someone did call out my harasser, it was something I had no control over and they did so without my permission, to the point where I did privately tell them to stop url-dropping me and engaging with this person on my behalf... because again, I just wanted to be left alone.

Furthermore, I make it very clear to mutuals I've vented to that they don't have to unfollow/block roleplayers I've had bad experiences with... so I'm not sure if this is merely a case of the Mandela Effect rearing it's ugly head, individuals making up bad faith reasons to dislike me, or an issue of mistaken identity (especially since I'm likely not the only one who goes by the mun handle, 'Livi', and it has happened before where somebody had wrongly assumed a blog belonged to another person).

Of course, it's possible I could have forgotten stuff, as I have had more than three blogs over the years, so naturally, I won't remember all the OOC posts I have ever shared, let alone every instance before 2022 where I have been involved in drama... but regardless, I refuse to take accountability for things I have never done unless you personally come to me off anon with screenshots that provide evidence.

[coconox]

honestly been going back and forth w myself on a lot of things lately attaching a read more for the sake of ik i'll be rambling like theres no tmr

a part of me wants to drop pnc but i havent really gotten everyone i wanted yet + im broke so i need to build my stash up *looks at clotho and eos* oddly enough pnc has been a game ive been pretty happy on playing still hate how i missed a login day tho tbf ive rarely borderline never interacted w the fandom so me just being in the dark w what goes on there has kinda been a blessing and a curse in a sense that i can enjoy the game in peace but it feels like im alone doing so

pgr im really REALLY tempted on dropping my glb acc, once nocti comes around which will prob be around the end of the school yr for me thats where i'd be like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ welp ig im done and drop that acc after playing around w nocti and whatev. tw im still not too sure abt?? prob when i get around to lvling up my main teams i can be like ok im done and drop that at any time since im just there to experience content ahead of time without being in cn directly

before dropping pgr entirely i do wanna complete a few stuff i had in mind tho

countdown for hyperreal which will prob happen bambi patch

still need to finish that nocti countdown for tw ive barely had any motivation completing that

nocti's bday countdown (similar to how lee's went)

glb nocti's countdown

draw every char up to latest one in cn

a few noctiskk comics thats been in the back of my head for MONTHS now

basically LOTS of countdowns and nocti stuff before i drop everything entirely

will i still draw pgr stuff after all that? mayyybeee???? itll moreso be towards kye's lore building rather than it being a standalone thing. i'll still collect merch and build up my shrines and make cosplay for chars but aside from that i'm pretty much gonna be moving on to other things

ive always had 50/50 feelings w being in the pgr fandom, tho being introduced to it on disc and then going to twt may have affected my views on this whole thing. esp when the side of the fandom i was first introduced to is like the lowest of the low, i dont want to go back to a place where a bunch of dudebro incels made fun of me for being afab and liking lee and me thinking that was a norm when it clearly isnt. its been 2 goddamn yrs and theyre still poking fun at that?? like my god grow up im so sick and tired of it.

if by a slim chance i still want to participate in being in the pgr fandom i'll just go back to lurking like ive always done in prev fandoms, if i really wanna be active in talking abt the game i'll talk abt it in servers or dms, but publicly i felt that i could never really comfortably talk abt how i feel abt it aside from here cause this site >>>>>> bc i felt like my opinions arent valid, tho that really applies to anything i do so 💀💀

pgr has been a really nice game for me to destress and detach myself from reality for a bit, tho now i wanna move on to other games and focus more on my ocs like i did back in the day. once i properly set up everyone's lore doc maybe in the future i'll make a game around them, nothing too big since i'll pretty much be making most of it, but i kinda wanna fulfill my childhood dream that was just recently unlocked

theres also that small part of me that wants to be known for my oc stuff rather than pgr stuff, but bc im not tagging w popular art tags im kinda just existing, and thats fine by me. hitting 500+ follows on twt was like peak realization of me going like "oh shit, 😨 maybe this big of a following aint for me" and it truly isnt lol

[misterewrites]

The Grounded Detective (In Hope’s Shadow)

Hi there! E here with a new story idea and project cuz I have problems and my friends @disney-n-stuff and @hains-mae keep enabling me! It’s about time i use this blog for the original purpose haha

So this is In Hope's Shadow, supernatural gothic horror mysteries and such. Honestly it was more ideas i couldn't fit in to the other stories and my friends were like "Juuuuust make it a stand alone adventure!" and I'm like "This is why I can't have ideas."

So set a few decades after Welcome to the Underground! and waaaaaay before Mirror's Edge (which is several thousand years in the future set in a present day style) We tackle a new place, new characters and more usual E insanity.

In case you haven't heard i had laptop troubles and basically the company went "We didn't see anything wrong here!" and I'm like no still not working right so I'm gonna fight it but in the meantime I got another computer i can borrow so at the least there's that. I am going to try to update often but since the laptop belongs to someone else, they're gonna need to use it from time to time *obviously*

Some set up: We're in Nightveil Valley, a quaint forest where vampires, werewolves, zombies, spirits and all sorts of supernatural creatures call this place home. Most people are left to fend for themselves outside the protective safety of the three walled cities of Northbrook, Stonemire and Hope's Landing (ahhh). This story is a slightly darker hue, taking cues from good old mysteries both regular and the murderous kind and general gothic horror ascetics (Sleepy Hollow, Innistrad for you magic players, Dracula etc etc) but not so much more darker than my usual stuff.

Our two heroes are Rozalin Eloise, a twenty something detective well versed in crimes of the human variety but lacking supernatural experience and Rictavio Frye, a very idealistic, freeform monster hunter who gets caught up in the moment.

That's it for me. I hope you all have a great time reading it, it was fun to write. Dunno how often this will get updated but I say that all the time haha. Be safe, stay safe, take care of yourself and your loved ones. Get the booster for the love of god. It's not over as much as I wish it is and it's better to have protection than to play the odds. and keep the more vulnerable members of society safe. Take a moment to just exist and just be. have fun. keep your spirits up! you need it even if it's not this humble little story. But hey if you like it leave a comment, pass to your friends, reblog. Every bit helps and I appreciate it all.

E is out for now! have a great week and be safe ya'll! stay sane! next update is probably Mirror's Edge

If you wanna read my other work which includes some Red Hood X reader, Legend of Zelda, Soul Eater, Legend of Korra and others you can find my work right over here 

https://archiveofourown.org/users/MrE42/pseuds/MrE42

Have a good one ya’ll!

Summary: Within a valley nestled in the shadow of two mountains where supernatural creatures lurk around every corner, dark mysterious forces conspire to consume the region for a malicious purpose. Far beyond than the usual cloak and dagger plot, it falls to a grounded detective and a dreaming monster hunter to prevent calamity. Can they find what hides in the shadow of hope?(Set in between Welcome to the Underground! and Mirror's edge cuz i have problems)

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“The murderer is the Count himself.”

The crowd responded much as it always did by descending into various emotional states: Shock, disbelief, even outrage and the odd nod of agreement snuck in among the faces. People whispered to one another in conspiratorial tones despite the fact everyone present was doing the same thus defeating the point. All eyes fell on Count Decan Marshall the accused and herself the accuser.

One would think that after a few years of detective work one would be used to this level of attention but Rozalin could never get her head around it.

Decan, an older gentleman growing closer to his fifties every second, chuckled darkly “Miss Eloise I admire your dedication to your hobby but perhaps your pretty little head has taken it a step too far.”

“Nonsense.” Rozalin answered calmly “That was prelude. Now I shall take it several steps too far.”

Outwardly Rozalin’s face was the picture of stony of indifference but inward she fumed.

Pretty faces did not make pretty minds it seemed.

Mid-twenties with several highly prolific cases under her belt and a model citizen of Hope’s Landing did nothing to diminish her features. Perhaps it was natural given she was the daughter of an elegant noble lady who was the definition of poise and refinement and a charming yet impishly playful bard. Both mother and father passed their good looks to her but she found it more a hinderance than anything else: Green eyes vibrant as forest leaves, cute button nose and freckles splashed across her cheeks. Her brown hair was tastefully cut short and curled (More out of habit than anything) with a white streak on one side. She purposely chose practical clothing in hopes it would help curve the biased towards her appearance but the white collared shirt tucked into a dark blue vest covered by a matching coat and ankle length black dress skirt with hiking boots did nothing but add to her attractiveness evidently.

At least she wisely decided to use her middle name Eloise instead of her family’s last name. If word gotten out who she really was she’d lose even more respect.

She was no songbird, she was a hunter and it was time to trap her prey.

The Count’s face broke into a rageful snarl “You dare to accuse me of murdering my wife?”

“No.” Rozalin replied simply “You dare to deny it. I am simply revealing what you wish to keep hidden.

“I have nothing to hide!”

Rozalin picked at the nonexistent dirt in her fingernails “You don’t hide many things. Your affairs for one and the fact you’ve been using your company’s finances as your own personal bank.”

Decan’s faced contorted clearly appalled but Rozalin continued without paying him any mind “You threw this lavish party yet last I checked your business was in the red. You recently laid off 30 workers under the pretense of lessened profits this last quarter.”

“Your point?” Decan asked with barely contained venom.

“Your suit” Rozalin gestured professionally “Brand new. No discoloration from use, not a single thread frayed. A Burkes and Habberdash original and those are only made custom order.”

Decan struggled to keep his temper in check “Perhaps I haven’t had the right occasion to wear such fine clothing until tonight.”

“Possible but improbable. You are aware each outfit Burkes and Habberdash make has a unique numbering tag hidden within the right sleeve?” She motioned to her right arm “For patch jobs. Each uniquely tailored piece of clothing requires unique touches for the person who ordered them should the clothing be damaged from use or age. The price of individualism is having no one to hide behind.”

“Fine! I bought it today! What does that even prove?”

Rozalin’s smile widened mischievously “That you are a liar. And the charming young lady who made her abrupt exit from the premises will further prove that. I suppose she pushed for you to leave your wife. Again.”

“N-no. Nothing of the sort.” Decan spoke quickly, eyes darting back and forth to see if anyone was believing what was said “Just a disagreement between friends is all.”

Rozalin clicked her tongue thoughtfully “Oh. I’m sure she would be relieved to hear that. I’m sure she has a friend or two here willing to pass the message along to her.” She leaned in closer “So there’s no misunderstanding of course.”

Decan’s face paled, the rage draining out of him gloriously “I…yes. Yes of course. No need to muddy the waters anymore. Now if you would please…”

“Proceed?” Rozalin cut in expertly “As you wish. Let’s go over the basics.”

She took center stage for her grand performance. She glided effortlessly across the smooth marble tile, putting distance between herself and the Count as everyone waited for the final act.  

Rozalin drew in a deep breath “Roughly two hours ago Mrs. Marshall was found murdered in The Count’s study, time of death unknown but no doubt at some point during the party. The loud noise and constant distractions made it ideal to help conceal any noise that may have been made if she had fought back. First point of interest is that she did not.”

Rozalin expertly pivoted to address the crowd “For such a violent, horrendous act the crime scene was rather neat. Clean even. Books stacked away in an orderly fashion, chairs and stools pulled to the far wall as not to obstruct walking. Not one single piece of paper on the desk she lay. It’s odd no?”

“That my mother raised me properly?” Decan sneered.

“No though I suspect she may have some words about you bedding women not your wife. I was told by the staff you were working in your study. Before the party started correct?”

“Yes…” Decan narrowed his eyes suspiciously “Working on some last minute business deals: Operations finances, reallocating resources, proposals. That sort of thing. But!” he added hurriedly “My wife was seen about finishing party preparations! Never in my study.”

“True.”

Decan gave a victorious grin.

“But outside it is a different matter entirely.”

Decan’s face darkened at the implications.

Rozalin continued with her explanation “Someone saw her knock on your door to inform you of a development with the party. I won’t say who in case you wish to retaliate but they mentioned you rushed out with your work laid out all over your desk. You failed to return before the party proper started.”

“I. Well. One of the servants must’ve cleaned it for me. One of my servants who work for me. It’s only natural they pick up after me that’s what I pay them for.” Decan tried to speak calmly but it was clear the Count was riled up.

Rozalin made a show of frowning thoughtfully “But they were told to never touch your study. You get rather crossed when they move a single thing out of place.” She snapped her fingers dramatically “I believe it is actually part of your policy. Express rules you enforce heavily.”

The detective resisted eyerolling at the sudden gasp emanating from the crowd.

“I still don’t see how that proves anything.” Decan fumed.

“How did your room get clean I wonder? Perhaps during a heated debate between yourself and your wife mid-party.”

Decan remained silent, his glare deathly.

Rozalin pressed the offensive “She liked to keep busy when she was upset. Cooking, cleaning. I bet she didn’t mind working the stables if it meant keeping her mind off your spats.”

“Now hold on a…” but Rozalin pushed on, too caught up in her thought process to be stopped now.

“She saw you talking to the young woman who stormed out. Young, beautiful and, of course, interested. This wasn’t the first time you faltered but I’m willing to bet this was going to be the last. She confronted you.”

“Watch your step.” Decan threatened openly but Rozalin was no stranger to idly threats from the desperate.

Rozalin’s face scrunched in righteous fury “Upset, she starts tidying up your study. All the while calling you out for your unfaithful nature. Again she says. You did it again. Time and time and time again. And each time she forgave you, tried to make it work…”

Decan growled “Stop or else I’ll…”

“Kill me?” Rozalin taunted with a knowing smirk “I’m not your poor wife. Back turned and unsuspecting the danger she was in or you with your waiting to plunge the knife into her. She knew you were a rotten soul but even she did not assume you were capable of ending a life. Sadly the first one you decided to take was hers.”

Decan lost it, bellowing with unrestrained fury “WHERE IS YOUR PROOF? All you’ve done is spin a fantastical and scandalous tale. You have nothing. YOU ARE NOTHING.”

“Wrong.” Rozalin shot back cooly “I am a detective and I have one last question.”

“ENOUGH! GUARDS!”

She gave an impish smile “When did you get that cut in your fancy suit?”

Decan stopped, shock overtaking anger “I-I…what?”

“That is a new suit.” Rozalin emphasized as she creeped closer “You said so yourself that you bought it today. All nice and clean with not a single frayed stitch loose. I did neglect to mention torn which it is. Right there on the left side.”

She gestured to the coat he wore. Sure enough there was a faint tear in the clothing and staining the fabric was dried blood.

Rozalin beamed cheerfully “Must’ve happened when you leapt out the window. Smart idea not throwing your body through it first but glass cuts sharp regardless how you chose to go through it. No one to hide behind mister special.”

Decan remained silent only for a moment. He let out a spiteful roar without warning and charged directly for the detective.

“I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!” He snarled, hands outstretched with murderous intent.

Rozalin saw this coming: She took a step to the side, avoiding the madman’s grasp. Before he could turn around, she placed her hand on the back of his head and pushed downward with a mighty shove. Losing his balance Decan fell face first onto the floor, scraping his chin against the smooth tile. He whirled about only to find a boot connecting directly to his face. Tumbling backwards, he laid sprawled on the ground as fading adrenaline left him weak and drained.

Rozalin stood triumphantly above her defeated foe “Unfortunately for you my parents remember how many people would hound my mother incessantly. They made sure I was well prepared to ensure I did not deal with the same issue.”  

The police, whom she had called earlier, finally broke through the spellbound crowd and began taking control of the situation: they helped funnel the partygoers outside, ensure the perpetrator was restrained and began to secure the area.

Case closed with nothing left to be done.

Or so Rozalin thought.

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The peacekeepers had just taken Decan outside when a loud commotion rang out from the upper floor landing. It sounded like raised voices and scraping of metal against everything.

“Strange.” Rozalin tilted her head curiously as she turned to face the nearest constable “I thought you had cleared the manor of party guests?”

The constable glanced uneasily towards the noise “I….was under the impression of the same thing.”

Before either could inquire further, a body flung itself over the second floor railing and went into a free fall. The figure landed on their feet effortlessly and cracked the fancy tile beneath as if they carried an impossible weight. They whirled around towards Rozalin and the officer with fangs bared as blood drenched their elegant clothing.

“v-v-v-va-v-v..” The constable stammered uncontrollably while Rozalin drew a dagger from within her coat, the only weapon the guards has missed when they checked her at the door.

“Yes a vampire.” Rozalin lightly scolded as she placed herself in between the petrified keeper of the peace and the supernatural predator before them “I thought you were practiced in dealing with supernatural threats?”

The constable stammered nervously “Y-yeah but no one ever uses them! Supernatural threats for the Moonlight Guard to deal with, not us!”

Rozalin rolled her eyes “Be sure to let him know that. If you aren’t going to function please make your escape from the vicinity. I have little experience in dealing with such supernatural threats and cannot promise your safety.”

“Da!” A new voice called from where the vampire had fallen “Over the railing!”

Rozalin could hear hurried yet steady footsteps approach as a older voice answered “Aye son, up and over!”

And up and over someone did, hopping over the railing which more grace and finesse than the vampire. Rather than landing on his feet, however, the older gentleman dove headfirst and tucked into a roll, using his momentum to safely rise to his feet.

“This is going to be a long night.” Rozalin mused to herself as she took notice of the weapons in the famous monster hunter Julius Frye’s hands.  

[kaiserouo]

Hi.

This is a rambling post because i'm sick. Somehow turned into a post about my history about art. Kinda spent too much time on this that i don't really wanna delete this now. Oh well.

More below.

Yeah okay. You might think why i'm rambling in an art blog. It's because english isn't my native language and i kinda think differently with english. I've complained enough on plurk with chinese today so, uh, i'm here now lol.

I am so sick right now i don't even know if it's food poisoning or normal cough / fever. Anyway, i stared at a blank canvas in csp for >4 hours and cannot even do anything because of all the migraines i have.

The pain kinda took away the little inspiration and creativity i had, even though i have like a full idea list with detailed and concrete comic plot attached to almost every single item on the list.

So i'm gonna post the second hound i've ever drawn, probably because i have just lost the capability to make proper decisions. Also being sick and cannot physically do anything made my mind flew to who knows where.

2022/02/12

I mean, it kinda sucks. I know i also didn't achieve anything important now but oh man.

You know, it's kinda a miracle why i'm here doing art stuff almost every single day, and why this piece is in my phone in the first place. If you've seen my stuff a lot (for whatever reason) you might already know i...don't like myself very much. Not until recently when i'm reading a book did i realize i'm a perfectionist type of person. Like, i don't like failure, i don't like being...not able to do stuff. When i try something i think i can achieve and realize that i actually just...don't have the ability to do the stuff to my standards, i'd very likely just quit.

I was not capable of drawing anything. You might be thinking "oh no art is not about being capable or making masterpiece first try it's for fun you can do whatever." I kinda got it, like i understand the point this sentence is trying to convey, but my brain just...doesn't work like that. I think perfectionist is just an inherent bad habit of mine. Especially that i've been lurking on social media watching actual masterpiece level of fanart (at least to me) since i was like, 12. My taste of art and what i perceive as "good" did not match my ability to draw, and very likely never will.

It's basically a death sentence, because if you can't really achieve something to your standards then why do you even try? I mean, objectively speaking it's very illogical to say that and you can probably deduce a lot of contradictions from that, maybe like "masters were once a noob too they weren't born with all the skills they have" or something like that. But that's why i said i'm a perfectionist and it's my inherent bad habit. My brain just defaults to...whatever illogical thinking i said. Until that piece of Bloodhound i've already tried to draw many characters years before, but those attempts just...never last.

But that time, when i tried to draw Bloodhound, i recalled an advice that you should put all your work on the internet. Just, literally all of them, no matter how bad it was. It kinda makes sense to me actually. To keep the progress for future inspections; to give myself a pressure to draw something every day; to put what i was thinking into words, knowing that i will forget all the struggle i had once i became good enough (if that ever happens).

So i made a new plurk account. Nice platform, only taiwanese use that, very little people, even less will see my art months into the cause so that's nice for an introvert like me. But the pressure i gave myself to post everyday is very real, and i despise my art every single day. Old habits die hard, even for now.

Everything kinda flows natually after i got into the habit of posting things everyday. I must stress that this habit itself is a miracle. I'm an introvert that can't really talk with strangers, let alone shouting out loud (i.e., posting) on the internet. Anyway, this changed things. I started to actually draw, like, almost every day. There's never anything i did in my life that i actually made into a habit, or, uh, just generally do everyday without much obstacles in my heart. I usually just play games after school and watch youtube and daydream about all kinds of plot about the game, that'd be all i do.

I can get through a lot of details about the progress thanks to the post i was making, but to put it simply: i think i'm trash at making art, and my art is also trash, so i tried to learn things to make it…less trash. Most art post i've done i wrote about what i tried and what i've learned. Not actual research and book reading, just a bit of observation i made to make my hound look better.

At roughly 2023/2 i saw a post about learning art in 100 days. Ignoring all the thoughts thinking i was trash and achieved way less in a year, i actually started borrowing books about art. Spent like 2 months on stonehouse's anatomy, also a bit on perspective. I'm kinda a nerd so i'm completely fine with the biology and perspective related math (like most properties are 10 seconds easy proof after all). But the memorizing part of anatomy and the intuition part of perspective i'm still trying to get familiar with. Well that all comes down to practice and practice and more practice, which i do way less than i should to be honest.

At 2023/7 i made this account. That time i just got into destiny 2. Fun fact, that banner of cayde + bloodhound + omen was made in ~2023/6 and i didn't even know which games cayde and omen are from until i actually look it up.

And…yeah. This post kinda turns into my history of drawing but this is it. Still learning, still making my daydreams into art. i think the only thing that changed this year is that i kinda enjoy my own art now. I still think some of them are bad, especially as the art gets older, but it's not completely unbearable now. Like, i often go back to some old posts and think "oh yeah i drew this idea, still hilarious to me lol." Crazy, huh?

Okay i'm tired. I think this should have some kind of ending or conclusion...

Yeah, so why it's a miracle i'm here? I started to make art, i kinda made it a habit, i posted about my art even if i'm an introvert irl, i look down upon my own art because i'm a perfectionist, i still make art despite of that, i post enough stuff on the internet before and i plucked up my courage to post on english platforms (i.e., tumblr), and i'm still making art till this day.

I didn't meant it as some kind of art learning advice because you shouldn't even listen to me in that case. It's just me mesmerized by how i even ended up here. Tend to do that when i'm sick on bed doing nothing.

C'est la vie, am i right?

[goldengracetwo]

(copy pasted from @/puregoldengrace)

HELLO!!! this is the person who used to be behind the accounts @the-color-of-an-ordinary-day and @prinsesa-ng-musika.

i’m using this blog to connect again with some old friends from my first accounts years back bc I MISSED ALL OF YOU SO MUCH EVERY DAY!!! 😭😭😭 so if you get a message from me, yes that is me berry reaching out to you again 🥺🥺

the reason i am coming back is because i have finally turned 18 (the day i posted this is actually my birthday hehe) and if you remembered my reasoning for leaving before, it has something to do with feeling bad about using tumblr behind parents’ back, among other things. so now that i am an Adult and am my own person and can do my own stuff it means!!! time to talk again :DD

i likely won’t actually be using this tumblr for posting anything as i really don’t think i’ll have time to and have honestly grown out of tumblr, so it really is mainly for contacting certain people :00 (and this post is just for confirmation that this actually Is Berry @ the people i message hehe). i guess i’d just keep this blog to lurk around here and for the occasional post! so, if you wanna keep in contact me, dm me for my discord 💖

but yeah, hi again all! this is berry, real nickname kaye, you can call me either i really don’t care. i’m the same silly, passionate, obsessed with really niche things, music princess that i was four years ago!! but i’d like to think i’ve grown and learned quite a bit, and really do think being away from my old accs for some time helped me as a person. i still love ordinary days DEARLY, but can also say that i am out of my musical theatre phase i think 🤔 never got out of my interest in moby dick tho 🤭

that’s all!!! i hope you have a good day and if you’re a friend i hope we have a great time moving forward <33 here’s to making up for lost years of communication!

- berry ^-^ (I LOVE AND MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭)

[sungsyc-amore]

I’m apologizing to my past self because now it’s been awhile since I made it so I’m hoping these explanations are still somewhat decent.

I wrote up to Still Feel when I wrote the stuff above. It’s now 10/9/24, apologies for how scuffed these explanations are about to get.

ALSO Wilbur Soot? Yikes. I made the playlist prior to his abuse coming out, please do yourself a favor and pirate the song at the very least if you must have it. Otherwise just block him as an artist on Spotify and you shouldn’t have to worry too much.

Amazon Standing Lamp by Wilbur Soot- This song is here because the circus is the “only light left” in his life. More importantly though- Tonny has been at this whole schtick for awhile. The line “A lot of friends have left my life” makes me think of him and the following line “Escaping my tractor beam of woe” I feel is also especially true to him because of how he’s always trying to appease the others and make them feel as if they’re leading fulfilling lives.

Real Pain by Indigo de Souza- Aside from the obvious of Anthonn having experienced some real tough things, I also find the lines “You can cover, but never quit / and carry on, as you were / I still feel you, I still feel you” to represent the relationship he has with the monster in the attic- where he knows it’s lurking just beyond everyone’s visions, and that no matter how hard he tries to cover it up it’ll keep working through him and claiming the workers souls. On top of this after the going’s and screams of all those he’s heard in pain- I find the last lines of “I wanna kick, wanna scream, wanna know it’s not my fault” to be similar to how he feels having to cut people away from their lines. It’s not his fault they are begging him for it, and he desperately needs someone to tell him it’s not his fault.

Hello My Old Heart by The Oh Hellos- The guy is literally thousands of years old. Old Heart is putting it lightly. “I wanna find a home / and I wanna share it with you” this line feels particularly Anthonn geared as well because he wants to make the circus feel like a family, a home. “Nothing lasts forever / some things aren’t meant to be / but you’ll never find the answers / until you set your old heart free” these lines could be attributed to him realizing that one day almost every single one of these people will ask to be cut free. I see it also as past him realizing that the Ah’kon aren’t evil and that he needs to love them similarly and set his heart free on them.

still feel. by half•alive- The entire messaging of the song could be taken very literally- he’s dead, the troupe is dead, and they all have these strings “pulling them back to earth” to keep them there. They still feel alive despite being very dead. I like the non literal take as well though- despite being dead and trapped forever, they feel quite alive as there is still work to be done, still life to be lived.

Rule #3 - Paperwork by Fish In a Birdcage- Bro is a little silly in the story and sometimes seems to get caught up in the paperwork of the circus. I like to think of this as a song reminding him that life is worth living. (If you want to be evil you could say that this song could make a sick Julia signing paperwork to kill him animatic with the “lit a flame just to watch it burn” being a twisted thing of its either him or her surviving the year)

It Means Everything. by Pedro Silva- Omori Song! For those who don’t know to be as non spoilery as possible this song is super incredibly angry, betrayed, upset. I picked this song because I can tie it to the betrayal SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS of Sahed and Julia to him. He’s been running this circus for so long and to have Sahed flip like that on him- yikes.

Taking Care of Things by Cavetown- He wants to take care of everyone in the circus. “If I don’t do anything is it my fault” also works well because SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS whatever the hell is going on with the monster attic thing.

Big Bowl in the Sky by Cavetown- This one is for all of the friends he’s had to cut and say goodbye to. What a tough job.

Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar- Song from him to Julia pre betrayal. He finds her strong headed ness and determination to help Kamille admirable and wishes he had what she had to fix the mess they’re all in.

Boys Don't Cry by The Cure- He tries to hold back his crying after Finnegan is cut loose.

Forgotten Souls by Mother Mother- All those who join the circus are a little bit forgotten by the world as time goes on but Anthonn promises them all it will all be okay as they all have each-other.

It's Alright by Mother Mother- Ties into his whole wanting to reassure everyone thing he’s got going on

In My Head Til I'm Dead by Surf Curse- Bro is so wrapped up in himself all the time so outside of the love song he is very in his head but also everyone he has seen enter the circus will be in his head, his heart, until he dies.

Privately Owned Spiral Galaxy by Crywank covered by Lovejoy- The Circus itself could be the privately owned spiral galaxy. The twisting lyrics also remind me of how his mind must be after years of being alive.

jealousy, jealousy by Olivia Rodrigo- Sahed. Need I say more? I’ve seen the way he looks at him and Julia. He’s so incredibly jealous.

Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear by Mitski- The despair of this song and how they only have little left to hang onto and keep trying to live past what they should- ugh, all very good. Mitski encourages the talented violinist to live, and Anthonn also does the same with his troupe and their talents.

It's Called: Freefall by Rainbow Kitten Surprise- “Too busy saving everybody else to save yourself.” With the heavy implication he’s super omega tied to the monster in the attic- yeahhhh, I expect this song to grow even more heavy hitting as the series progresses

A Burning Hill by Mitski- “I am a witness watching it / I stand in a valley watching it / and you are not there at all.” Ough. Poor guy, he’s the one who must watch them all come and go. “I am a forest fire” I recall him feeling guilty about recruiting people, maybe I made it up though sorry. “I’ll love the littler things” he loves the moments they get to have despite the area restriction.

Kill the Director by The Wombats- This ties to him presumably being pissed at the world/God/the attic being for everything sucking so bad

West Hills by The Killers- The ethereal feeling of this piece fits his mysterious ring master vibe. Also the whole “we’ll be here forever” works very well, and the main refrain about being free and the longing that comes with it also just fits so well.

Moonsickness by Penelope Scott- “But the beast refuses to die” is a line that comes after many many bad things in the world and I think you could say this is in reference to himself and the circus as a whole. “And you know nobody belongs in this hell” also ties into his character cause he makes all the deals and knows their wrong but can’t help himself because the new company is irresistible. Who wants to suffer an eternity alone after all?

Sick of the Silence by Mother Mother- For when he decided to get them on the road, having gotten sick of staying stationary.

The Trick to Life by The Hoosiers- Crazy animatics could be made to this as well but this is a fun on the nose one about how all their lives literally hang on by a thread.

Sex With a Ghost by Teddy Hyde- Har Har. He’s dead. He also always has the knife dwelling in the back of his mind- in the fact that he knows it exists and how to use it. How he could use it- yet he convinces himself not to every waking moment.

| Was an Island by John-Allison Weiss- Bro was alone until people came along and joined the contract with him. He can’t do this alone- he strives for community above all.

Hug All Your Friends by Cavetown- Him wishing they all could just get along for eternity.

Life in the City by The Lumineers- “Don’t leave me all alone” I think loss and loneliness are cores to Anthonn’s personality. He just doesn’t want to be left alone.

Ghost Adventure Spirit Orb by Chloe Moriondo- Bro feels not real sometimes almost definitely from having been alive so long. The line about digging your own grave also works for him cause he actively makes the circus situation worse by letting newcomers join. Also goo mention for attic absorption monster.

Eulogy by Wilbur Soot- “You linger in doorways” He does this at the end of season 1 and it is stamped into my brain. The line about everyone always seeming like they’re about to leave- ties into the disdain of knowing people will ask him to cut them loose- you can see it before Finnegan has even asked again in the office how freaked out he is by the fact that he takes them out of the world. “The only one who hurt someone is me” Once again referring to the fact that he’s effectively fucked all of the circus folks over.

Mine / Yours by Wilbur Soot- “Stand just out of reach of your fists” How he keeps himself at an arms distance from Sahed. “Describe all the parts of me I’m yet to break” Bro is so tired, Dottie even points out that he’s tired at one point based off the outdated papers. “Don’t need much more / wanna be mine / wanna be yours” He just wants t be loved, to not be left to die alone. “I take you for granted because the alternative is far more alarming.” I see this line as connecting to the laid back whimsical persona he puts on to give his mind some ease because if he didn’t he would be crushed by the death reality he lives in.

Sorry how rambly this got, I impulse decided to finish this at like 11 pm.

Made a playlist for my boy Tonny. I will explain all the songs. Don’t test me.

[sailorhyunjinz]

Do you write yandere? If so, can I request skz yandere headcanons on how they would react when S/O rejects them because she doesn't wanna deal with whole drama that would come with dating an idol?

i mean kinda?? i have a seungmin yandere fic in my drafts sooo BUT YEAH

oh also, requests are not open but im just gonna do this one cause headcanons are kinda fun BUT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED <33

also why is the felix one so short-

Warnings; yandere!skz, rejection, k-dnapping, slight gaslightning or like manipulation, restraints, threats, aggression, mentions of masturbation, stockholm syndrome

Chan

nobody rejects him. nobody.

you two were friends from school and you were sooo happy when chan made it as an idol, finally persuing the dream he had been yapping on about for years. 

but in the midst of that he realized that he had feelings for you, he missed you all the time, just wanting to hang out with you and maybe explore the things he had on his mind. so,, he decided to confess when you guys were at a cafe.

“look y/n,,, there’s something I wanna tell you” he started to which you tilted your head

“nooo,,, are you guys going on a tour again,,, i wil miss you sooo much channie” you said with a pout but the boy shook his head.

“i like you y/n” 

your mouth stood agape, this was not what you expected and truthfully,,, not what you wanted. 

“chan,,, y-you know thats not possible” you said with a frown, looking at him straight ahead.

“of course it is,,, why wouldn’t it be? w-what are you trying to say y/n?!” his voice started growing louder, you looking around in order to see that people werent turning their heads towards your table. 

Minho

you have made a big big mistake my friend- 

wont even hesitate to keep you hostage in his basement LIKE IM NOT JOKING-

might just tie you up and like,,, not even do anything to you, just talk to you and admire you, maybe tracing your facial features and cuddle closer on the cold floor

just wants to keep you as a pet or smth and you are scared out of your mind cause you cant move cause of the restraints, you cant speak because you have silvertape across your lips that he only removes to feed you but if you start screaming you wont get any so you deicde to just stay calm and quiet before someone saves you and play along. 

i mean you do,,, kinda fall for him but you know you cant,, but you cant help but to fall for him and miss him whenever he’s out on schedule things

he always returns to you and you get so happy when you see the little crevice of light from outside when he opened the basement door

whenever he lies next to you, you put your head against his shoulder and take in his scent the best you can

he told you everyday that he would let you go if you agreed to date him but you shook your head,, maybe cause you liked being his prey. 

Changbin

he’s more of the threatening type of yandere,,, like,, not that he’s violent but if you try to block his number he will create new ones and keep on sending you messages about how you have betrayed him and how he wished that you loved him back and all that,,,,

you guys often meet because you go to the same college and are students in the same department sooo,,,, avoiding him is pretty impossible 

he stares a lot at you,,, you guys have a couple of classes together and he just stares the entire time, his eyes are just filled with revenge, he somehow wants you make you his, own you but he doesnt know how yet, for now he can just look.

watch this fucking message conversation just be this;

[why did you talk to him during class?]

[you could have just asked me]

[nobody loves you like i do. no one y/n]

you are never getting rid of him basically,,

he’s gonna get to you first ;))

Hyunjin

i feel like he goes more to the stalking route than the kidnapping and drugging and whatnot- 

ok,,, you rejected him,,, but that doesnt mean you’re getting rid of him.

ohmygod what if he turns into a peeping tom- cause he obviously knows where you live. 

like yall were not even that close?? he just saw you backstage at one of the concerts and thought you looked good so he decided to go up to, you werent an idol so no problem he thought.

but he gets a bit too,, hasty with his decisions and often falls for people randomly and so when he politely greeted you and gave you his number you simply shook your head, explaining that this wouldn’t be possible since you worked in the same industry and you needed to stay clear out of any scandals in order to keep your job. 

no was not answer in Hyunjins mind. 

luckily he managed to catch your full name by flickering through some papers in an office and also saw your full adress there, knowing exactly what he was going to do on his free time. 

Jisung

if im being completely honest,,, i have no idea-

like,,, he gives me kinda pervy yandere vibes,,,

what if youre like his ex before he became an idol and now he wants to get back together with you-

oh,,, he masturbates to your pictures-

i feel like he always thinks about you, wondering what you like and wants to write songs about you but he doesnt do much-

but when he finds out that you have been hired by the same company as him to work as a like,,, economics accountant thingy he is all of a sudden vEEERY interested-

always asking the manager of when the group will have meetings with the accounting team,,, although they had nothing to do with them-

he just wanted to be in a conference room with you (and think pervy things about you in your tight office skirt and white blouse)

you went to the toilet on day and you saw him lurking around the same floor,,, WHICH ONCE AGAIN WAS NOT CONNECTED TO THE GROUP AT ALL- 

and idk,,, probably sneaks in with you and locks the door before you even react that theres someone else in the toilet- 

i feel like he’s pretty mild,,, but when he’s alone with you he is aggressive broooo

probably pins you to the wall and threatens you or smth along those lines,,,,,

(writing this is what my life has become to-)

Felix

“what do you think you’re doing?”

you turn around again, you had just thought of just leaving with a vague answer to his question but he was not having it. 

“answer.” 

his words sounded cold, his dark voice making an entrace, the exact one you’ve heard on many of the songs you listened to.

“felix,,, you have to understand,,, u-um,, if we date theres gonna be some issues” you said but he just stared at you with cocky eyebrows and a dark gaze, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

“do you think i care? would i ask you if i cared?” he said to which you shook your head automatically, what more could you do?

“you get until tomorrow to think and if i don’t get the answer i want well,,, we’ll see what i’ll do to you.”

Seungmin

he plots shit behind your back yk?

he’s more of the sneaky type of yanderes (oop spoiler to a fic heh)

like he makes this like fucking year long plan where the objective of the mission is to make you obssessed with him-

he starts kinda subtely,,, first its going to the same gym as you and like,,, knowing where you placed your stuff

and then he starts putting small notes like under your waterbottle when you went to grab something that say like “i think youre cute, call me” and then his number

you obviously dont react,,, because why the fuck would you contact a stranger at the gym 

BUT THEN you realize that its him, its mf kim seungmin. yo,,,, u didnt know he went to this gym,,, that was not,,, the best-

of course you got a bit interested,,, you wanted to know how he was off camera,,, like just in his everyday life and i meeean,,, he was attractive but obviously you should stay away bc,,, he’s a celebrity but seungmin didnt want to stay away

he notes somehow started to get more aggressive,,, suddenly being like “why are you ignoring me?” and such,,,

and one night you were left alone in the gym with him,,, it was sooo quiet, only the sounds of your strained breaths as you lifted a dumbell

here where the plan came to play ;))

Jeongin

he’s obsessed with you and you are not going anywhere, even if you rejected him. 

he’s more clingy?? LIKE HE WILL NOT LEAVE YOU

ok sure,, he falls more into the stalking category too,,, 

also veeeery much a obssessed kinda yandere,,, like his mind is not thinking about how to like capture you,,, more about how to make you soooo comfortable and fool you into loving him despite the circumstances?

i just imagine that you work in a cafe and jeongin often meets you there when he buys coffee and you are already in awe when you see fucking yang jeongin enter the coffee shop on your shift but you were even more excited when he leaves his phone number on a napkin and slides it over the counter before leaving. 

you thought about it,,, contemplating multiple times but,,, you decided it would be best not to since well,,, safety purposes 

but he would visit you and every day his face got more and more perplexed cause he wondered why you didnt call

mf would not leave you alone, he would even wait outside the coffee shop until you finished your shift and walk you home,,, so now he knew where you lived- 

and then do the same thing over and over again until you talked to him.

does. not. give. up. 

[ballorawan740]

SCP Scenarios: When they accidentally kill you

Requested by: okokok121 + @RitaRoseFromBBB

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(Ok, I know you did ask for the doctors + Mikell and Strelnikov, but I've decided to add the SCPs in here if that's alright with you. And also, sorry if I didn't capture Strelnikov's attitude well as I'm not as familiar with him compared to Mikell, yet again I'm not familiar with Jack Bright's family other than TJ and 321)

Sorry if it wasn't up to your standards. I just felt that some of these characters weren't the type to kill the reader, even if it wasn't intentional.

WARNING: Slight Angst

Dr Simon Glass

Simon wouldn't be the one to accidentally kill you himself, but it's more of the situation he put you in without realising the full extent of the consequences. He was just busy writing his patients' reports, and you just strolled in his office to check upon him. Simon stopped what he was doing and smiled with you as you both ate your food in his ever so clean office. As you were about to leave, Glass requested you to deliver something to Jack Bright in which you did. You and Jack were close friends (not so surprising since you're both equally as mad as each other) so if Simon wanted to know where he is or if he needed to give him something, he would go to you first. You managed to deliver the parcel to Bright in 682's containment cell and you both laughed before you returned. Unfortunately, 682 was having a rough day due to being a subject to Bright's test (I would be too tbh) which caused him to become more aggressive than usual and attacked 3 researchers. One of them being you as 682 dragged you down to the acid bath with him and Jack rushed to save you. Bright wasn't able to and he had to fulfil;l his duty to tell Simon Glass that you passed as 682 had killed you during a test. Needless to say, Glass was forced to take time off with Bright due to this event and he became more distant for months to come. Bright had to keep it together just so Simon wouldn't have to lose the shred of sanity he had in him.

Dr Jack Bright

You and Bright were doing some tests on one of the more dangerous SCPs (no, it's not that giant mf lizard of that warrior killing machine) in which your job was to handle these creatures while Jack was doing all the lab stuff. The SCP you both were conducting your research on was ●●|●●●●●|●●|● (SCP 2521 - We're getting ripped tonight, RIP my friends) and you were doing all sorts of things which resulted in you summoning this creature out of the blue by accident. Bright had to drag you out away from the creature and you just stood there observing its behaviour until it noticed you. Jack Bright had to take you on the run yet again (cuz you do be stoopid and stubborn so all yall wanna do is stare at something that's gonna kill ya. JUST RUN BIATCH!!!) but the SCP managed to catch up with you both and snatched you before Bright could even get help. Jack was astonished and deeply depressed since the incident and was left increasingly agitated after every walking day and even Glass couldn't get him out of his shell. He would pretend that everything's fine, but deep down, everyone knows that he's not (that's a whole ass mood right there buddy). Bright was extremely guilty for making you research 2521 and tried to summon it again, but all other scientists stopped it.

Dr Alto Clef

Clef was just doing his job, managing all the Keter class SCPs with ease and without hesitation. You know this from first-hand experience on your very first day on the job 3 years ago and Clef took an interest in you so he took you under his wing. So on this mission, he's on, he wanted to take you with him so you went along (not like you'd say no to this madman anyways right?). It was a breach on one of the sites with a sh- ton of Keter class SCPs and your jobs were to exterminate/neutralise them and save all the other researchers in which your team did do well and were still alive. You on the other hand were killed in action by SCP 939 (NOW WHICH ONE OF YOU IDIOTS RELEASED MY PETS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION?!). Clef wasn't able to save you on time, but he managed to kill 2 of those SCPs. When he got back, he hid in his office and was depressed for 23.3 weeks and when he managed to drag himself out, he was bawling his eyes out. He deeply regretted taking you on a mission with him and swore an oath that if he were to ever take another person under his wing (probs in like 50 years), he would do anything in his power to not take them on a life-threatening mission.

Dr Benjamin Kondraki

You were out with Kondraki, just laying on the grass like you normally do as you just watched Kondraki take photographs of various and random stuff. Not long later, you asked him if he could teach you how to become such an avid photographer like him, so he did. However, little did you and Kondraki know that his butterfly friends felt danger lurking around the area you were in and quickly transformed into a threatening SCP to defend you both. Lurking around the woods were uncontained 939s running loose on the ground in which the booterflies attacked it. One of the red lizards was ready to pounce onto Kondraki to which you ran and pushed him out of the way (BAD DOGGO ))),:<). Luckily he was unharmed, but you, on the other hand, was heavily injured so Kondraki rushed you back to the foundation's medic. You died there shortly after and Kondraki blamed himself for getting you hurt on a harmless visit to the woods for some photographs. Bright and Clef begged Glass to do some psychological evaluation on Kondraki despite him telling them that he needs some time alone before he could do such things.

O5 Council Mikell Bright

When you're with Mikell, he would be his true self, being honest and relaxed since you're his most trusted partner. Moreover, he would tell you everything about what the O5 Council has been doing and their top secrets and you would always keep your lips sealed. The other members are wary of this at first but soon warm up to you since you're one of the most trusted individuals. Being with the cowboy is quite entertaining and you'll be quite protected being with him, so most of the time, you get free reign over the foundation, however, you still had to obey the rules as you weren't exactly a member of the O5 council and that would also help you from making people think you're sus for being treated so differently. That day was one of the days where your freedom got the better of you as you were on a mission with Mikell and he was about to aim at the target until you pushed him out of the way from danger. He quickly gained his composure and tried to shoot the anomaly behind you which he missed and shot you instead. Mikell was in shock and tried to get the medics, but by the time they arrived, you've already passed. Jack had to check up on his brother regularly to see how he's doing and to make sure he doesn't fall off the edge, reminding him that you wouldn't want to see him this way.

Agent Dmitri Arkadeyevich Strelnikov

As an agent, Strelnikov's life and his closest friends and relatives would be on the line. He wouldn't know when, where or how he would die and is in constant fear of losing everyone around him, especially you. One time, he took you on a mission with him since you were trained under him and he felt that you were ready to go onto your first-ever mission (well too bad, it's your last mission since y'all just suck at your jobs and this poor man has to drag you up from hell and y'all just fall back in) and so you guys went and attempted to gain information and track down some SCPs. Dmitri had to save you a few times since you didn't heed his advice and looked behind your back and that one time he left you on your own, you were murdered by a ruthless group from one of the GOIs. This, of course, deeply saddened agent Strelnikov as he was washed away by the guilt he had from leaving you to stand by your own 2 feet. You were a bright and gentle person who always looked up to him, always eager to learn and never want to fail him. These traits are what drew you to him and he was hoping to have you on his team permanently, however, that dream was long gone (just like your non-existent brain cells trying to keep your life together so y'all don't do stupid things) as you were snatched away from him in an instant. He wrote the report once he went back to the foundation and locked himself up for so long the doctors had to get him out (like your guardians whenever you don't wake up in the mornings).

Extras:

SCP 073 (Cain)

You and Cain were strolling around site 17 until a containment breach happened. Cain had to drag you by your arm since you froze (like a deer in headlights XD) and didn't react to anything since you were afraid. Luckily you did manage to get your senses back together and ran with him. Not long later, a Keter class SCP came charging at you and in a panic, Cain pushed you aside without a glance which caused another SCP to kill you since you were blocking the way. He looked over to you to see that you were wounded, lifted you up, and found a medic. Cain blamed himself for not looking carefully and had he done that, you wouldn't be dying. By the time the medic and you both arrived, you were already at the brink of death and when 343 finally arrived, you were long gone. 343 had to calm 073 down from trying to seek revenge once again but he can't due to the overwhelming guilt he had on him. 343 managed to ease his mind a bit which caused him to blackout. The researchers had to put him under their watchlist to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid (like you when you're studying for your important exams).

SCP 076 (Abel)

It was a normal day for you and Abel to hang around until this one mf guard angered Abel to which caused a containment breach. He went on a rampage (you do be here like Hercules! Hercules! XD) in which you had to try and calm him down. By the time you went to the main part of the facility, you saw many of the D-classes and researchers beheaded (like the previous queens in- never mind). When you had found Abel attempting to slaughter a guy, you jumped in front of the victim and by the time Abel realised that you were there, his sword cut you open in half (KO! 10 points to Gryffindor). He was overwhelmed with guilt and anxiety about him killing you by accident and returned to his box as demanded by the MTF members. The scientists noticed a change in Abel's behaviour and never questioned it. Those who knew what had happened never mentioned it in fear of another breach and left him be.

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

It was an ideal Saturday night at the foundation. You and our adorable 999 was wandering around the facility minding your own business until some madman came charging into the foundation. The alarm for the breach went on and everyone was confused since there weren't any dangerous SCPs on the loose. As it turns out, it was an intruder from one of the other GOIs trying to kidnap some of the SCPs. You and 999 just so happened to be in the exact same spot as the intruder and was holding a weapon of some sort. Realising what's happening, 999 pushed you out of the way just as the intruder fired her weapon which missed you both. One of the agents caught up with both of you and tried to shoot the intruder but ended up shooting you just as you got up which killed you. 999 never greeted any visitors in his cell ever again for quite some time and the researchers attempted to bribe him but failed.

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

You were requested to take part in a test with 682 and another Keter class SCP in a test room and your job was to make sure 682 weren't allowed to lash out at the researchers because of this test. However, this certain Keter class SCP has decided that it wants to attack you in which 682 shoved you aside to protect you. The researchers ran in to save you but the other SCP managed to pounce on you and suffocated you to the brink of death. 682 was about to take a chonki bite out of that SCP but instead, he bit you instead, killing you instantly. He regretted every decision he has ever made and never attacked the foundation staff for months.

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor)

This doctor was just minding his own business until some dumbass researchers rushed into his room like some fanboys trying to get their noona's signatures. 049 was entertained by this remark but was soon agitated as they disturbed his work and wouldn't leave him alone. So, 049 used his lethal touch on some of the researchers as the rest ran. Luckily, they ran into you, so you managed to calm down the angri bird doctor. Unfortunately, that didn't go as planned as he had mistaken you as one of the other fanboys and stabbed you right into your heart. As soon as he had realised what he's done, he rushed you into his cell and performed surgery on you. Mid-surgery, he soon realised that you were losing too much blood and died right then and there. He mourned for quite some time as the other researchers were severely punished as it had led to your death which could've been avoided.

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask)

Like the other SCPs mentioned in the list, there was a test that resulted in your death. 035 was instructed to change to another human as the black goo was secreted from the mask and so he obeyed as you were slouching by the corner of the test room. Except for this time, it is being worn by a taller and more muscular man who was a wanted man due to his former job as a mercenary. As the researchers watched intently, the mask soon felt slightly overpowered but was resolved quickly due to his evergrowing abilities and experience in possessing those who come near it or is wearing the mask. The mask spoke of the discomfort of being overpowered to which the researchers took note of this statement and watched. You were somewhat concerned to you went closer to your beloved partner to check up on him. However, upon coming closer to 035, he switched his usual persona to the man wearing it, becoming more aggressive and unable to control this body, killing the first person he sees, which was you. This stunned the researchers as the guards tried to pry him off you. When they managed to get him off, you were no longer breathing. In the next interview with 035, he displayed extreme guilt and sadness of his inability to possess the man well enough to control him fully and made a request for him to be left alone for a while.

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

You both met up during the breach a few steps away from 096's cell. He was wandering around to find you while covering his elongated face. All the other researchers were outside trying their best to stay calm and deal with this massive breach until they just saw 096 walking about looking for someone. It instantly clicked in their mind and offered to look for you as long as he goes back to his cell afterwards to which he agreed. Upon finding you, another SCP was attempting to attack you but was soon neutralised by the other MTFs. 096 managed to push you away beforehand but his throw was so strong that you died on the impact when you fell to the ground (you really did get yeeted lmao). As 096 and the others ran towards you to make sure you were ok, you had stopped breathing and 096 screamed in sadness which flooded the whole field. As he was contained back to his cell, they noticed a small detail about 096 which was him wailing every now and again about your death.

SCP 105 (Iris)

You and Iris were just strolling down site 17 to meet with Cain and Dr James Dantensen. Once you've arrived at the agreed location within site 17, you guys were just catching up with old times and sharing your memories and stories about your everyday lives. However, this jolly moment only lasted for so long as someone had breached the containment to target you as you were close to a lot of the SCPs, especially the humanoid ones. As you, along with the others, ran to safety, the enemy caught up with you and threatened you for your knowledge of the SCPs. Iris finally caught up with you just in time to see the commotion and shoved you out of the way. Cain managed to shield you from another guy who attempted to shoot you in which Iris retaliates by throwing a knife back, but instead, injured you instead. She ran over and screamed as you slowly blacked out. Cain had to carry you over as Dantensen was calling the medics and you barely managed to survive. During your days in the hospital, the suspect managed to suffocate you which alarmed everyone. During the days that followed, Iris had been seeking out revenge as Cain tried to make her stay calm and think more rationally.

SCP 106 (Old Man)

It was another day spending some time in 106's pocket dimension as you relaxed with him. You both talked about your past experiences and the obstacles you both had overcome. Once you both were done relaxing (aka never you lazy catto so get up and do something useful for once cuz I don't wanna see yall get screamed at by your family and non-existent friends (jk jk i hope they're treating you well)), 106 took you back to his containment cell and just sat there as the researchers looked at you both blankly. 096 caused a containment breach which, of course, freed you both from 106's cell and you made a run for it (RUN FOREST RUN!). As you and 096 came into contact, 106 tried to put himself between the both of you, knowing what 096 was capable of. Unfortunately, this resulted in 106 being attacked and you died from looking at his face (wear a damn mask 096, you're in the middle of a pandemic). Saddened by the news, 106 seek revenge but was briefly neutralised and shipped to another facility so it wouldn't cause another breach due to his rage.