#im afraid im going to seem too gleeful when i hand in my notice

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Guess who's turning in their two week's notice today??!?

[baalzebufo]

afterparty

wrote this little thing last night and I figured maybe other people would be interested in reading it too? so im swallowing my nerves and posting it. heres a little 1.8k words self-indulgent gravity falls fic

wherein gideon gleeful and stanford pines have a brief talk during the twins birthday party. catharsis abound

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Gideon wasn’t used to being ignored. He had gotten used to being the center of attention both on and off the stage, and for both good and bad reasons. Yet now he stood sweating in his suit at the edge of the Mystery Shack’s property line with a cup full of punch in one hand and a crowd mingling twenty feet away, and not a single person spared a glance in his direction. For once, he wasn’t the one they were out here to see.

The Pines 13th birthday celebration felt bittersweet. The property was still half-wrecked after the ‘events’ of the previous week, and to Gideon those days hung over the party like a dark cloud of summer rain. Nobody else seemed to care- ‘Never mind all that!’ and all. But he just couldn’t shake how surreal it felt that nobody was pointing it out. Then again, he had always been smarter than most folks in Gravity Falls. Maybe that was his curse. He wiped one hand across the back of his forehead- the heat was getting to him. It made the situation just that little bit more unbearable than it already was. Sighing to himself, Gideon unbuttoned his suit and slipped it off his shoulders, folding it over his arm. Normally he wouldn’t be caught dead with a piece of his outfit out of place, but… nobody was looking, anyway. For once in his life he had more pressing thoughts than his looks, though he still took a moment to pat the side of his hair to make sure it was holding in place. Resigned, he slumped down and sat in the roots of a nearby tree, rolling up the sleeves of his black dress shirt.

Why in God’s name was he even here? He cast his gaze out towards the crowd at the other end of the property. Townsfolk were mingling and celebrating, using it as an excuse to gossip and talk amongst themselves. Even his parents were out there. He saw Bud leaning against a keg of something and gesticulating wildly at Mayor Tyler, with his mother shadowing close behind him. He saw Dipper leaning against the side of the building, attempting to talk to Wendy. Mabel… he had to force himself not to stare. She was bouncing excitedly with two other girls- he couldn’t remember their names. She pulled them into a hug and she just looked so... happy, it kind of hurt him a little bit. He bit the inside of his cheek and pointedly looked elsewhere to ignore the nagging feeling in his gut. Stanford- No, Stanley Pines was there, of course. Talking to his handyman and whispering about something. And as for the other one… he wasn’t there. At least, not until Gideon broke out of his little trance and realised he was off in the side of his vision, walking right towards him.

A sudden fear shot through him, and Gideon rose his hand instinctively around his neck- before remembering his lucky bolo tie wasn’t there anymore. He quickly played off the motion as straightening the ordinary tie he had replaced it with, casting his eyes to the floor in mock disinterest as the shadow of the man fell over him. He cleared his throat, and Gideon was forced by polite societal conventions to acknowledge him. He looked up into the face of Stanford Pines- the author. If you had told him a year ago he’d be standing in front of the author of the mysterious journal he had kept hidden away under his bed, he probably wouldn’t have believed you- especially if you told him he was Stan Pines brother. He looked like a very tired mirror of the old man, slightly more put-together yet with a more detached look behind his glasses. Like he had seen too much. Gideon was good at noticing things like that.

‘Ah- Gideon, correct?’ He finally broke the silence with a lopsided half-smile, trying to be polite. His voice sent a shiver down Gideon’s spine- it brought up dark memories. No, no- remain composed. He took a sip of the punch as casually as he was able, making a noise of mild affirmation. Stanford seemed a little bit uncertain, as if he were expecting Gideon to say more. He tapped his fingers against his dusty coat before kneeling down on the floor next to the child. ‘I don’t think we ever got a chance to be formally introduced. I’ve heard a lot about you.’ Gideon internally cringed. Great. No doubt Stan and his family had already regaled him with all of his worst attempts on their lives and livelihoods, so there was no longer a chance he’d be able to get through this conversation painlessly.

Gideon took a deep breath before locking eyes with the man in front of him. ‘I’m sure they’ve told you more than enough. Y’here to lecture me?’ Stanford seemed to almost recoil a little bit. He probably wasn’t expecting the kid to stare him down like that, and now it was his turn to nervously avoid eye contact. He raised his hands apologetically.

‘No, no- I just figured, well… I should check up on you. It doesn’t look like anyone else has yet.’ 

Huh? Gideon’s icy gaze softened a little. ‘What?’ He said a little quieter, with a little less venom in his tone.

‘Well, you know- you were in the palace. You were in the zodiac. You.. had history with Bill, too.’ He half-whispered that last line, as if he were afraid to say it too loud. ‘I haven’t had a chance to talk to you. I just wanted to see if you needed any… help?’ He added that last part uncertainly, noticing as Gideon’s eye twitched a little.

‘Help?’ He mumbled, before growing angry suddenly. ‘Don’t treat me like a child. I don’t need help.’ He felt his free hand balling into a fist before he stopped himself, choosing instead to dig his nails into the grass. ‘And I don’t need your pity, neither.’ He spat- but the anger wasn’t directed at Stanford so much as it was himself. His lip quivered, and he cast his eyes down. ‘Besides, I deserved what I got.’ Suddenly, he felt a pair of hands grab his shoulders and turn him- Stanford levelled with Gideon, and took a deep breath. 

‘That isn’t true. Nobody deserved what Bill had in store for them, or for this world.’ He spoke quietly, quickly, and with a stern undertone to his words. ‘You're not the only one who made mistakes. I’m the one who caused this whole mess to begin with. But that doesn’t matter as much as what you do now. You know what else I heard about you? That you stood up to Bill when you realised you were wrong. There are grown men who wouldn’t do a thing like that.’ His grip tightened a little. ‘We need to learn to live with our mistakes and be better people for them. I’m trying to do it- and I know, i’m not the best at it, either. But I just wanted you to know that you can do that too.’ He paused, almost as if he were trying to quell the rising emotion in his voice which his cloudy eyes were quickly giving away. ‘You aren’t alone, Gideon.’

Gideon scanned the old man's face. He could see it in his eyes, in his tight-lipped forced smile, in the creases in his face and in the scar running down his cheek that he meant what he said. Gideon blinked, trying not to make it obvious that his eyes were glistening with barely suppressed tears. He tried to find the words, but for once he couldn’t. He felt Stanford’s hands release his shoulders. Then, he did something he had never done before. He fell forward into the dusty red sweater that Stanford wore, wrapped his little arms around his chest, and he hugged him. He pressed his face against his front and felt the scratchy fabric against his eyelids and the way his hands balled up into fists against the yarn and he didn’t even mind when he felt his hair knocked slightly out of place. He felt the tears welling up as he buried himself into the sweater, and he didn’t try to hide them. A strong, six-fingered hand patted him on the back gently but awkwardly, and it made him let out a quiet sob. For once, Gideon was glad nobody was looking at him. For once, he was glad they were ignored.

After what felt like an eternity, the shaking child released him, and Stanford didn’t know what to say. Neither of them had expected that- not even Gideon, who was wiping his face with the back of his hand, concerned once again with appearances even now. He swallowed hard before speaking. ‘Oh- h-heavens. That was- hah!’ He laughed, fake-smiling, voice still shaking a little. ‘Heavens to Betsy, I must look ridiculous.’ He mumbled, stroking his hair down and back in place. Stanford frowned a little, concerned with how quickly he tried to brush it all off. Still, he let the boy preen, and once he seemed satisfied his hair was settled back in place sufficiently, he took a deep breath. Then he paused, awkwardly. ‘Thank you.’ He said finally.

Stanford sighed. ‘It’s okay.’ He sounded exhausted but relieved, as if a weight was lifted off his chest. He held out one hand, and watched as Gideon seemingly instinctively put his hand inside it. He gripped gently- before smiling at the boy. ‘You’re a brave young man, Gideon, despite everything. If you ever need someone to talk to…’ He pressed a small piece of paper into the child's hand. ‘.. You can always talk to me.’ Gideon nodded, quickly withdrawing his hands and slipping the paper into the pocket of his suit which lay abandoned on the floor nearby. He picked it up and slipped it back over his shoulders, brushing the dust off. Stanford knelt patiently next to him as he continued to compose himself, finally standing up. Stanford followed suit, his knee making an audible cracking sound as he straightened up. He winced, leaning against the tree, before looking back down at the waiting child.

‘Thank you, again.’ Gideon said, seemingly having gained control of himself again, as he folded his hands behind his back. ‘I, ah… appreciate you talkin’ to me.’ He glanced across the property. He had been in his own little world this whole time, he had practically forgotten there was a party going on just across the lot. ‘An’ I appreciate your discretion, keepin’ this little.. incident, to ourselves.’ He added, looking up at Stanford pointedly. ‘You better not tell anybody else ‘bout this, if you know what’s good for you.’  It had a much gentler tone to it than his usual threats. Stanford just smiled.

‘Of course. This one’s just between you and me.’ He winked. ‘Now come on. You don’t want to miss the rest of the party.’

[strawberryjmilk]

so about saturday | im jaebum

word count : 2510

part two to so about wednesday as requested by many! imagine contains bad language!

A year — 365 days; 12 months; 8,760 hours. A full year without him, and you were fine.

You didn't think about how soft his hands were, or how he seemed to easily warm you up on the coldest and most heart aching days. You didn't think about his pretty eyes, or that smile he reserved for you. You didn't think about his voice, and how shaky it would get when he caught you staring.

Im Jaebum did not cross your mind.

At least — that's what you told Jimin.

In reality, you couldn't get it out of your mind. The last day you saw him — the last day the two of you spoke — was the day he was left speechless and the day you just left.

You could only remember how his pretty, sparkling eyes dulled as they colored themselves with disbelief and confusion. How his mouth was parted, no sign of the infectious grin that lifted his lips. His cheeks were only flushed from the slightly icy wind, the tip of his nose matching the red bruises on his neck.

You didn't mean to lose contact with him — you actually would've preferred to stay friends with him. But, Jaebum went silent after that day. When he heard those three words — I love you didn't actually come out of your mouth, but it still sent him into a panic.

You sighed into the receiver of your phone, something that didn't go unnoticed. Her voice was sharp, but it had a teasing tilt that made you smile. "No sighing, Y/N! You're staying with me all weekend — at least act a little happy!"

"Sorry, Jimin," you laughed lightly. You looked around the small boutique you worked at — your smile growing sad as you caught sight of a pale pink blouse that just wouldn't go out of stock. "I am excited, trust me. It's just been a long, boring day is all."

Her side of the line grew quiet. You could see her face — the scrunched nose and hesitant eyes she always had when it came to Jaebum. Jimin's voice held a little tremble when she spoke, "you'll be fine. We're going to find someone who is a lot hotter and nicer than him, and they're going to woo you!"

You snorted, "who says 'they're going to woo you!' anymore?"

"I do!" Jimin protested. You let out a small laugh — a year helped you get closer to her, allowing you to get used to her antics. "I'll see you in an hour!"

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You were swinging your head to the beat of the song, Jimin doing the same beside you as her hair swished around. Her living room was echoing with giggles and the shouting of lyrics. You were both in your pajamas, shorts and loose shirts that hid how much food you'd just eaten.

"How am I already so tired," you huffed out. You dissolved into a fit of laughter as you caught sight of the way Jimin was dancing. Jimin paused, holding her arms out as she tried to regain her balance. "Come sit down before you injure yourself."

Jimin huffed, but she still plopped onto the sofa beside you. "How unbelievably rude. I welcome you into my home — my humble, secret chambers — and this is the thanks I get?"

"Jimin," you started. You choked on your laughter at the face she shot your way. "You literally begged me to stay here this weekend. Even if you didn't, you would've pouted at me for weeks if I didn't show up."

Jimin only looked at her nails in boredom, "I don't believe your words, heathen."

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Somehow, Jimin had convinced you to join her at a small club that just opened. You tugged your shorts further down your thighs, licking your lips to distract you from how exposed you felt. Jimin was humming beside you, a drink already in her hand. She grinned at you, pulling you to the dance floor.

With a small tilt of your lips, you began to swing your hips to the beat that reverberated throughout the building. You could feel eyes on you, making your skin prickle as every inch of you was admired. Jimin let out a small snort as she looked behind you.

"My, Y/N," she teased. Jimin scrunched her nose up as she winked at you. "Not even here for an hour and you've already got someone staring!"

You let out a laugh, shoving her shoulder lightly, "shut up, you fiend."

However, you were still curious. As you turned your head to see who was gazing at you, you paused. You stilled, breath catching in your throat as the room around you faded and melted, leaving one thing in focus.

Im Jaebum had his lips attached to someone's neck.

You wanted to roll your eyes; wanted to laugh it off. But, every emotion you had been pushing away for a year flooded back to you. And, suddenly you were stumbling, trying to catch your breath. You turned from him quickly, forehead resting against Jimin's shoulder.

She stopped dancing immediately, realizing something was wrong. Her hands came to the middle of your back, patting it gently as you swallowed your panic. "Tell me what's wrong — tell me how to help."

"He—" your voice died out, your throat clogged with too much alarm and dread to speak. You took in a large breath, counting to calm yourself down. "Jaebum's here. He's right there, Jimin."

"What?" Jimin's voice was edging into a screech. She began to search the area for him, ponytail swinging and swaying as she did. When she spotted him — now the one receiving kisses — her breath caught just as yours had. "Shit. Okay, um, we can leave. We can definitely leave and go back to my place and watch movies, or something."

You bit your lip, head still on her shoulder as you thought. What a joke — you were being ridiculous. How could you let Jaebum do this? How could you still allow him to dictate your decisions and rule your life?

"Or," you drawled out. You lifted your head, looking at Jimin with a newfound confidence. "We can find out who has had their eyes attached to me this whole time, and we can dance and enjoy ourselves."

Jimin hesitated, eyes glancing to Jaebum and away again. "Are you sure?"

"He cut me out of his life a year ago," you shrugged. You gulped, swallowing the hurt and anguish that you could still feel crawling around. "He doesn't matter anymore."

He does, really. But, you didn't want to leave just because Jaebum was in the same vicinity as you. You were enjoying yourself — you weren't going to scurry away afraid because of your former best friend.

Jimin nodded. She took in a deep breathing, smiling as she locked eyes with someone behind you. "Alright — blondie in black at the bar is who you're looking for. Have fun!"

With her encouragement, you turned and made your way to the bar, not even glancing to your right where you knew Jaebum stood. You slid onto the bar stool beside a boy with blond hair. You took in a deep breath, yelling at yourself for feeling flustered.

"Hey," you started lamely. You smiled at him, hoping it decreased the awkward tension you could feel. "I'm Y/N."

"Changkyun," he introduced. His smile, you noticed, was full and bright. It made you happy with your decision to talk to him. He took a sip of his drink before motioning his head to the dance floor. "You looked like you were having fun out there."

"So, you were the one burning a hole in my head," you teased with a grin. You knew it was him — Changkyun was the only blond sitting at the bar. Still, you wanted to make sure you weren't reading him wrong. Maybe he was staring because he knew you — or he thought you looked like a rodent.

Changkyun nodded his head with a small laugh, though, diminishing your bad thoughts. He looked at the ground, cheeks a little pink. "Guilty. You just had me a little entranced, I guess."

"What a sweet talker you are," you nudged him playfully. You bit your lip, hopping off of the stool when a bold shot of confidence flew through you. You hoped our smile was flirty enough as you held your hand out to Changkyun. "Wanna dance, pretty boy?"

He didn't hesitate as he downed his drink before standing up. Changkyun looked at you with a grin, "lead the way, gorgeous."

You found yourself back-to-back with Jimin as you latched your hands onto Changkyun's waist as he stood in front of you. As the song changed, you lifted your left arm with a laugh, swaying it in tune with your hips. You could feel Jimin's ponytail hit you slightly — it should've been annoying but, it actually brought comfort, reminding you that she was still there.

As you threw your head back with a gleeful cheer, Changkyun leaned forward. His breath skimmed your neck, his lips faintly dusting your right ear. "Looks like I'm not the only one who can't keep his eyes off of you."

You let out a small, rattled laugh before looking down. You didn't want to know who was looking at you because you had a feeling, and you were really hoping you were wrong. Your left arm dropped, reaching behind you slowly before you tapped Jimin's arm frantically.

By the way she let out a small squeak, you knew your thoughts were correct.

Jimin's hand latched into yours immediately — she spun so she was facing you and Changkyun. After sending the blond boy a tight, forced smile, Jimin stepped so she was closer to you. "He's looking — oh, he's undoubtedly looking. Think he knows it's us?"

"I have no idea," you let out a small breath. You didn't want to see him; didn't want to turn and look and possibly meet his eyes. But, you also really, really wanted to see him again. You fought with yourself the same way you had been for a year. "Does he look like he's about to come over here?"

Jimin's breath hitched — she stepped even closer to you. Her voice trembled, "definitely."

You nodded slowly. "Think I can make a run for it?"

Jimin let out a breath, her cheeks puffing from distress. "Definitely not."

"Going to anyways," you mumbled. Without another word or gesture, you bolted to the door with your head down. You scurried outside, leaning your back against the wall as you greedily took in the crisp air. You let out a sigh, head leaned back as you shut your eyes.

Your moment of freedom was stomped away when the club door slammed open again. You desperately hoped the near-dark area would hide you, but you knew it wouldn't. And, soon, a figure stumbled over to you slowly, shoulders hunched.

He paused as he stepped in front of you, towering as you made yourself smaller, trying to melt into the brick wall. You held your breath, hoping he would leave so you could sneak back inside and go back to Jimin's.

That didn't happen as he let your name fall from his lips in a light, airy breath. "Y/N."

"Hi, Jaebum," you spoke softly, eyes focused on the street behind him. You heard his breath hitch as you said his name. You licked your lips, trying to find some comfort and ease in the tense atmosphere. "Long time no see."

You closed your eyes in embarrassment — you were an absolute idiot. Who even says that? Jaebum let out a small laugh, scuffing his shoe against the concrete. "Yeah, I guess it has been a while."

You spoke before you even thought about it — "a year. It's been a year."

"Damn," Jaebum shuffled a hand through his hair. He took a deep breath before moving so he could meet your gaze. "I'm sorry, Y/N. About what happened; about ignoring you for a year. I'm sorry for all of it."

"Is that it?" You raised an eyebrow. At his sheepish — and painstakingly familiar — smile, you scoffed. "You are an absolute asshole, Im Jaebum. You ignore me for a year because, what? You can't handle feelings?"

Jaebum stayed silent, his head sinking further down as you grew more annoyed. Did he expect a simple apology to make things better? Ridiculous. You decided to speak up again, the silence reminding you of why the conversation was so strained. "I admitted my feelings for you and you ran — you went silent for a year. I'm sorry doesn't cover that, Jaebum."

"I know," Jaebum winced. "I know I messed up really bad, Y/N. I shouldn't have ignored you; I shouldn't have let you walk away. I shouldn't even been talking to you right now — you deserve a lot better. But, a year helped me realize that I... really like you, Y/N."

You didn't allow your dead-panned expression to fall as you crossed your arms. "I literally just saw you making out with someone else, Jaebum."

"And I saw you dancing with some guy," he quickly argued. You bit your lip — his has a point. Jaebum took another step forward, the toes of his shoes bumping against yours. One hand traveled to the wall beside your hip as the other unhinged your crossed arms. "I will apologize as many times as I need to, Y/N. I really do adore you, sweetheart."

You hated that your resolve vanished so easily, disintegrating with one word. You hated that you allowed him to hold you, allowed his hand to intertwine with yours. You hated that you still liked the way he said your name, but you loved the name he called you. You hated that you knew you would forgive him, just like you knew all of those feelings from a year prior were still lingering.

Hesitation swirled around the bubble that encased the two of you. A small, brief touch — and then Jaebum was just gazing at you. A gulp sounded as you separated from the brief, small kiss. Your widened eyes met his, breath stuttering and gasping as you saw the emotions pouring from Jaebum's pretty, sparkling eyes.

It was a blur after that — who leaned in first? Who connected your lips together? When did one of your arms wrap around Jaebum's waist? When did his trail from your hip until he was clutching the back of your neck? All you knew was that your breath was mingling with Jaebum's and you could taste your lip balm on him now.

You parted, breathing heavily as Jaebum placed his forehead on yours. His touch was surrounding you, his name echoing around your thoughts like a mantra. Jaebum breathed, "for as long as it takes, Y/N. I'll help you trust me again."

You let out a small laugh, "Jimin is going to kill me."

You couldn't worry about that anymore, though, because Jaebum was delving in again. This time, Jaebum clutched you tighter — and you stayed.

— h-hello i was asked for a part two?? i didn’t think it would get this much attention skskksks thank you so much for the lovely feedback from so about wednesday!! its.. absolutely insane to me hh — i hope you enjoyed this! thank you for reading, ♡♡ 

[also tagging @rumpicus, @kimyugyeomsbaby, @fadinglullaby, and @bunnymaknaereacts bc they asked for a part two! ♡]

[bonbonswirl-blog]

Perfect

ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING. This is like..uhhhh idk?... a 'batim' au idea? I guess? Im Not sure idk..its just that I got the idea from there and Instead of bendy its jokey, but not really exactly what happend there in batim. Plz ignore the bad portrayed scenes XD blondie is a lot OOC here. Enjoy if you only can thx.

It was a typical afternoon, the sunlit clouds drifted across a clear blue sky, fresh air filled the atmosphere swaying the palm trees gently by a breeze. David was at the recording room, a mellifluous melodic singing voice rose high, following the sweet, piping notes produced by the musical instruments around. After such a lilting, everyone toke a break, david sat on a chair, holding the lyrics for the new song in his hands. He saw a shadow approaching him, revealing his only cheerful boss. "Oh hey Mr. Blondie!! How are you in this lovely day!" "Hello david! Just checking on my young talented singer! How is the new song going?" "Its going great! Im just reading the lyrics again now!" "Thats good!...you know david...have you ever thought about how much the children love your jokey voice?" "Oh! Thats intresting...im sure everybody enjoy listening to it!" "Yea! they do....have you ever felt some...connections...to jokey?" "Connections? Mmmm well...I do feel that we both share a good love for the stage and thrilling the audience! along with the love to asssist other people and spread some optimism in the air!" "Thats beautifull!...Have you ever considered before...becoming this star that all those kids appresciate?" "That...looks pretty Mr. Blondie! But what do you mean?" His boss began to equivocally chuckle, it was low but icy, wasnt like his usual gleeful ones that gave an auditory hug, but david overlooked that, remaining unruffled till the answer. "David. Can you come with me for a while?" "Sure thing! But..what about the new song?" "Dont worry! It can be done in another time! now follow me!" They both left the recording room, the animator leading the ginger boy across the studio, while on their little trip to the unknown room they are walking to, david catched from away a sight of henry, tommy and norman talking together until a rueful rob drew near them, starting a conversation. David didnt mean to eavesdrop anyone, but their high voices did reach his ear. "Guys! Have any of you heared ANYthing lately about harriet? I cant find her anywhere! She didnt come to work and she is not at her home! I called her many times but she doesnt reply! Im really so scared..." rob vented, the three told him thag they didnt see her too. David felt sorry for the fellow worker, hoping that harriet is alright and will be back soon. He looked forward, though he only saw blondie back and his wheelchair, he could feel that he is trying to ignore something, he may have heard a little of the talking out there, maybe he feels sad too? But david was in his mind for a bit, wasnt aware of the time until he sensed that blondie stopped moving. This is when he noticed he is in an unrecognizable area he didnt see before, maybe this was a new place that got built recently?, " Here we are david!!" In front of both was a dark long way of stairs, it was only one storey up, just like one of those half open basemant stariecases. David knew not both will be able to clmib this, he was ready to push that wheelchair up, he looked at blondie concerned, whom just returned a grin. "Dont worry about me! I have my own ways for climbing those!" David didnt really get it, but he just let it go and left blondie to use to his own way, watching him in every step making sure he wont be close to any harm.

Dont ask how blondie climbed the stairs, he just did. that was a really narrow hall they were both in, in front of them a wooden door, blondie toke out his keys and opened it, only for both to be greeted by. "Finally!! Where Were ya!!" an angry wallaby yelled, looking as if he lost patience, it seems blondie was late to whatever meeting they should have done earlier, the room wasnt so small, almost looks like a little hallway with a wall at the end. The view was...tensed, it was a dark room with only a little bulb barley lighning it, orange colored light struggling to penetrate the darkness in thin thread rays. It was almost as if candles were the ones giving the slight shine here. Wallaby, paul and murphy were there, standing near the sides of the walls, everyone in a specific place, two at the right wall and one at the left one, only a mile spearting each two. the menacing aura holding david in a tightening grip, why do blondie have such a grisly decorating tatse...He wasnt sure if entering this room is a safe idea. "Guys!! I Brought Our Last Guest!!" Blondie exclaimed in a chirpy tone, closing the door behind himm Last guest? What does he mean? "Can we PLEASE Finish This Now And Go out?" "Come on paul dont be such a killjoy! Enjoy the place!" "If you are telling us to enjoy this creepy atmosphere then I had lost all my faith in you." murphy sneered, clearly not comfortable or trusty with how this 'gathering' is going to end, nobody knows the goal behind it. "Come on David! Here! This Is Your Place!! Stay Still And Dont Move Ok?" Blondie said while putting david on a specific spot on the left wall. "Sure! Wont Move A Shoe!" David obeyed, blondie looked at him, but this time, although he had his usual smile that showed his white glowed teeth spreaded on his face, his eyes had shimmers with some inexplicable spite. "Everything is set~" He whispered this under his breath while walking to one of the corners, nobody heard that one. Three of the invited four toke a look at blondie whereas he was doing something uncanny at that distant corner. David turned at the person in front of him, which was paul. "Oh! hey Mr.Paul!" But being the tedious man he is, paul didnt respone, only focusing on the book on his hand, thats why wallaby seemed as if he was gabbling to himself. The young boy then looked to his right side and saw murphy, still keeping an eye at blondie in a suspicion, despite not understanding a thing from what he was doing, nobody can just fetch someone to a room like this without being not up to something. "So Guys! Why are we here?" "I Dunno david! Mr. Blondie just went to me and told me that I gotta get here cuz he needs me for somethin, well I dont see anything! All I do is just standing on dis here spot not movin a leg!! What about ya paul?" "I dont care I just came here so he can stop nagging me." " I came here after he told me that I can be a 'star' like jokey." "Wait you gonna be a star? Ooh! Thats why we standin on a star!" "What?!" Wallaby words strongly drived murphy attention, making him watch the ground, they all noticed it now, they are standing on 'stars' that are drawn on the floor. David felt inside him a very straied premonisition feeling that was telling him to move, he didnt understand it, why would his guts tell him to move away from a single drawing on the floor? He promised his boss he will stay still there....how could a star drawing hurt anyone? Since whe do drawing harm people? But no matter how much he tries to brush off that feeling, it feels like a stiff weigh was being held on his chest, it made him feel so sick, maybe he just needs to move because his legs hurt him? Yeh yeh thats just it. The cheeky lad toke one step only out of that star shape, he tried to persuad himself its his legs aching and not because of a sixth sense, and that was really something he should be thankful for because. "Guys! I think we gonna be a stars!" "Wallaby...I dont think this star shape is used fo-" "GOODBYE MATES!!"

And with a casted spell and a flash of an eye, everybody was drowned with an unknown colorful sticky liquid that fully covered them, gluing them to the ground. Expect David, who fell down to the ground aspect with a horrible fear that rised behind his eyes from the grisly vision that immediately happend.

Blondie Stood there, watching him in enmity.

Blondie turned around, only to be so bothered by seeing the surviver. "Oh it seems I missed a shot! Im going to fix this~" The words had deserted david, the color quickly drained from his face, a cold wave embalmed him and his mouth ran dry, sweat poured down his body, Heart began to hammer against his chest, every muscle in his body shouted at him to flee. To escpae this imminent threat. He hurried to the door, using every little cell of power left to open it, but no matter how much he quickly moves the handle in fright, the door didnt open, oh yes, blondie locked it. Seeing no hope, he knocked on it so expeditiously and hardly, trying not to make his words stumbled, begging for someone outside to hear him. "HEEEEELLLP!!! HELP ME!!! PLEASE!!! ANYBODY OUT THERE?!?!? PLEASE HELP ME!!" "Come on David, why so nervous?" Blondie snickered from behind him, his voice hinting he is oncoming, his tone ringing in a sick icy way, sending chimes ringing in david ears, but he kept screaming for a rescue, he was not frightened nor afraid, he was beyond such mere nouns, he was going crazy, his boater hat fell from his head, it only reminded of how much he wants his family NOW in this profound situation, he just wanted to go back to them again, stay with his father marley at home and go to beach together or golf or car or wherever his father wants to go, staying in his parents arms was all what he desired, he would never wish anything anymore after this. He could no longer control his hands they were shaking in an odd trembling rhythm, his legs collapsed underneath him, teeth chattering in fear, He slid down the door, bringing his knees up to his chest.

"I-I-I-I-I-I D-D-DONT UNDERSTAND!!!!!!"

"You dont understand? I hated you! Im who created jokey! He was my friend since the childhood! My friend since the start!! But you! I saw every little detail I gifted him in you! You were perfect, perfect for him, more perfect than me! Now that I had a studio of my own, I wanted him to be alive! I reached my wish by the help of you all, by animating and presenting him to all the children around the world, they loved him, just like me! But lately, I didnt feel that I made this dream come true yet...how can a cartoon character offset me of a friend who always stayed by my side that I cant make real! But now I found a second chance, a second chance to revive him, to this reality. Thats it! Thats the chance! By using some souls to bring those stunning characters and that convival cartoony world I created to reality...that was always my biggest dream...and whats a better chance than to have the voice actor whom I influenced the traits for the children 'star' right at my hand~ People will love you david~"

Blondie was right, if david dyed his hair black and wore some cheeks make up, he could exactly like a real life jokey, but who would need a cheap costume when you can bring jokey himself to reality. David recalled the times when he sometimes thought uncle harry may have been a little overprotective of him. He thought his uncle needs to ease a bit, nothing so dangerous will happen for him. Now, he regret thinking this, and wants him to overprotect him forever and ever. Fear became a tangible, living force that crept over him like some hungry beast, immobilizing him and his brain, holding him a captive and took control of his entire body, Shadows and echoes play on his senses warping shapes and sounds. That outlandish substance already reached his legs, his life flashed before his eyes and he ushered his bright unearthly ones shut.

Yeb, this is the angel end.

[xplrvibes]

Im not a psych major or know enough to diagnose someone BUT while watching Colbys vid in S***ide Forest in Japan, it was telling that something is off with Elton either he's a egomaniac or sociopath. You're in a forest whose name tells you exactly what it entails and what type of stuff you can possibly see, and while Colby and the rest are freaking out about finding animal bones, Elton in the most monotone voice ever goes "Oh my god oh my god oh my god those are bones". And it wasnt because he was trying to be logical and remain calm, you hear it throughout the video even when they all contemplate leaving and he goes "We are not leaving, we're staying til sunrise" as he pretty much takes over Colbys video when he was only supposed to serve as a camera man..So I'm actually not surprised to see this type of reaction from him when it comes to the boys changing up their content. He is a control freak, he fakes everything even his feelings, and seems to have this preconceived notion that if he did it, no one else can come close to doing the same.

*I’d also like to preface that I am not in any way a psych expert*

*Also, TW for discussions of panic attacks, mention of the Paris Catacombs Video “r*pe joke”, and some of the other dark stuff that went on in previous tfil/elton castee videos*

This is also long (I can’t help myself it seems!) so I will drop some of this behind a cut.

This is 100% something I noticed in Elton over the years, especially in the Japan video you mentioned.  Anytime something stressful or scary is happening, he becomes almost eerily calm.  And that can certainly be a defense mechanism; we certainly all react to fear and stress in different ways (for example: I laugh when I’m scared, which pisses everyone around me off all the time).  What’s interesting to me, is how he reacts to others’ fear and stress.

He doesn’t like it.  It’s almost like it annoys him. 

More to the point, it seems to me like he doesn’t like when someone goes “off script” as it were.  When they get scared, he almost gets angry/annoyed at them...especially if they want to bail on a situation.  And you’re right, its definitely a control freak thing.  He doesn’t want anyone to deviate from the plan he set out for his videos, and I can understand that to a point (especially him paying for the trips, and if they bail out of every little thing, then thats annoying).  But, he doesn’t really show any empathy, or sympathy.  He goes beyond the pale in forcing people to stay in situations that are scaring them to a point of panic (see the S*icide Forest or the video where he made Corey repel down that waterfall even after he had a panic attack about it).  He simply doesn’t care if people are afraid, or panicking, or triggered, or whatever; he cares that he could potentially lose money and content if they can’t complete something, and he’s scared that if they don’t do as he says, he no longer has the control.

The other thing I noticed about him that gives me pause is how far he used to take pranks.  I mean, this man crossed many many lines in the name of “pranking” someone” (and this is coming from someone who used to watch Jackass as a kid) over the years, and never seemed to have any true remorse.

When he pulled that prank on Colby in Japan, he was fully prepared to leave Colby standing in the airport by himself, while they went through customs.  He was bummed that he couldn’t take the prank that far.  He was happy that Colby was upset enough to call his mom.  He was determined to make sure Colby knew how bad his situation would be if he was alone in Japan.  He didn’t pull back...he would have kept that going for as long as he could.  Honestly, I bet if he could have literally gotten on a plane and left Colby stranded in Japan for a day, he would have.  He seemed almost disappointed that Colby was holding it together and not completely freaking out.  Like, Colby completely melting down in the airport and bursting into tears/having a panic attack would have made him gleeful.  And when Colby asked why Elton would do that to him, when Colby hadn’t done anything to Elton?  It was just...because he could. Colby was there, and it was convenient to get him.  There was no reason to do any of that to him whatsoever. It was weird.

Same could be said for that prank where he glued the wig to Colby’s head.  That went on for way too long, and they (primarily he) forced Colby into doing a lot of stuff that honestly, was uncomfortable to watch.  He almost got off on humiliating him, and making him do degrading things, and having that control over Colby for that amount of time. It was concerning, and that was really the point where I started turning away from Elton in general.  That whole video has a super gross feel to it, and Colby is a trooper for putting up with it for the sake of a video when it was clear that he was not comfortable with it, because I wouldn’t have put up with that shit.

And I won’t even talk about what possessed him to push Sam’s face into the swinging hand.  What, there wasn’t enough bloodshed for you, so you had to make some happen?  To your friend, who you always claimed was like a nephew to you?  WTF.  And then to be laughing while he’s bleeding and disoriented?  Nah. 

Anyway, with all of these pranks, he reacted the same way when he got called out--annoyed that people didn’t understand that they were “just pranks.”  It’s the same thing he did when that Paris video dropped and he got called out for the r*pe joke.  He didn’t get the issue, because he doesn’t understand the concept of people getting upset.  He doesn’t understand others’ triggers, emotions, feelings, etc. cause it’s almost like he doesn’t process them because its not how he feels, so its not comprehensible to him.

Again, I don’t know enough about psychology to confidently diagnose someone with anything, but some of the things he says and does sometimes are concerning. 

[voidcrow]

From Chaos Comes Order - Part 1

Zilnakhan. One week before the Vindicaar's embarkment.

Past the crack in the wall, Shaaghun could see a landscape of ash and emerald embers under a sky filled with fel ribbons and the scorched husks of other, nearby worlds. Argus itself was once just barely visible in this world's sky—a star that burned green in hellish heavens—but it has been gone for a while.

So has Laciel Voidcrow. She'd sent the trio to find this world and scout this place out while she was on some sort of trip, which they managed to do unseen. Vaadeus knew Zilnakhan's geography well, and had led the other two to this place—a large building of rather exotic construction. Its halls were quiet. Though the decor could once have been described as ostentatious, it was clear this domicile had been abandoned and left to decay for many centuries.

Shaaghun stepped back from the crack and looked over the rest of the wall. A faded mural spread over it, depicting magnificent pagodas rising over the canopy of a forest whose trees blossomed with what looked like red lotuses. Near the bottom, humanoid warriors were shown wearing splint armor with pronged helms and carrying weapons with curved blades. Similar-looking humanoids could also be seen who were clad in robes. These were depicted conjuring small whirlwinds in an apparent act of magic. These old works of art had been Shaaghun's surroundings for some time.

But today, the wait was to end. Vaadeus had been contacted via telepathy. And now the felguard heard the eredar’s voice behind him: "Rekh... Vuld... Goth... Xul. Correct. Now, complete the circuit with a straight line connecting the Vuld to the Sar."

Shaaghun turned around. Vaadeus—a severed, floating demon head—was instructing the imp Rupmat as the latter etched an arrangement of Eredun runes in the shape of a half-circle on a blank section of wall. "I ‘aven't seen a portal array like this before," the imp noted, "Where the 'ell are we summoning the Mistress from?"

"I know not," Vaadeus replied with just a hint of annoyance in his tone, "Voidcrow would only say she has been on some sort of vacation. I have had to relay the directions from her." The eredar paused, looking away. Then he turned to the felguard. "Shaaghun, bring the staff here. The Mistress has orders for you, now, as well."

"Great," sighed Shaaghun. He bent down to pick up the aforementioned staff—one of bone, carved at its head in the shape of a skeletal hand which gripped a round and glowing red orb. A number of dangling little knick-knacks decorated the shaft. Great power was now in the felguard's hands, for this was crafted from the distal phalange of a mighty and colossal demon. This was Archimonde's Finger.

"She would have you merely hold it with its head pointed at the circle," continued Vaadeus, "You alone are strong enough to keep it stable while I incant."

Shaaghun took the staff in both hands, pointing it toward the runes. He couldn't help -but- do it, even though he was largely apathetic to all this... which is how he knew Laciel truly was giving the order by proxy. His pact of service did not allow him to resist her will.

Vaadeus began to chant quietly in his native demonic tongue, and the space within the rune half-circle on the wall seemed to begin swirling. Green light issued from both the staff and the array and the wall ripped open as an emerald vortex. Shaaghun struggled to keep the now-trembling Finger still in his grip for a moment, but it settled down when—clad in crimson robes with gold trimming—Laciel Voidcrow walked in through the portal.

Rupmat grinned. "Oi! Ya made it, Mistress!"

The blood elf smiled as the portal closed behind her. "Good. Very good~. I was a little afraid my input on the other side wouldn't work. First things first: Did any of you see Hathnuz while you were scouting things out here?"

The imp shook his little horned head. "Not a trace of 'im."

"Well, never mind him for now. I noticed Argus has just become Azeroth's next-door neighbor, so..." Laciel paused to take a nervous deep breath. "It's time."

"At long last," Vaadeus said with a smirk. "Magmugen will taste my wrath."

"And his demon forces will serve me, or they'll die screaming my name." Laciel glanced around at the ruins. "Um... You're sure we're in the Twisting Nether? This building we're in doesn't look like demonic construction."

"No." Vaadeus, too, took a look around. "It predates the Legion's coming to this world."

"Does it, now?"

"This is the imperial palace of the Kaze-Jin—the original inhabitants of this planet. I personally stormed these halls millennia ago. We are indeed in Zilnakhan."

"Huh. Neat. So, then, what's the haps on this planet right now?"

Shaaghun walked up, and spoke while handing her Archimonde's Finger. "Magmugen's looking to vacate this rock to go help Argus now that it's under attack by mortals. He's loading the Dark Lance with all his minions at the moment."

The warlock tilted her head. "And the Dark Lance is...?"

"A dimensional ship," elaborated Vaadeus. "You have seen many of them; the Dark Lance was once my own."

A devious smile came to Laciel's face as she looked back to Vaadeus. "So you know all of its subtleties inside and out~."

"Indeed. One such 'subtlety'—if you can call it that—is a barrier that can be conjured around the whole ship. My accursed usurper is likely to activate it as soon as his forces are all on board, whence the vessel shall be impregnable."

"We're so damn short on time, it's almost funny," added Shaaghun.

"Well said." Laciel put a fingertip to her lips in thought. "Still, we need to be sneaky about getting ourselves inside. If he sees us coming, he'll throw that barrier up, and then we'd never get him in arm's reach. Hmm..." She silently pondered for a bit. "Well, it wouldn't be that much work to disguise myself with an illusion." She lit up with glee. "Yeah, that's perfect! We just have to hide you, Vaadeus, and you can fit in pretty small places these days."

"I've got a sack somewhere 'ere!" said an approximately-as-gleeful Rupmat, prompting an annoyed huff from the eredar head.

"Okay, so..." Laciel's expression softened. "This barrier the Dark Lance has. You seem pretty certain it's impenetrable."

Vaadeus nodded. "To my knowledge, it can withstand anything short of a closing portal."

Laciel took another moment to think, plan, predict, calculate. And then she started grinning. "Who wants to help me etch some portal arrays?"