#me when I hallucinate my dead rabbit...

[moonys-chaos]

Bad and horrific hallucinations (the rare hallucinations that actually make me stop for a moment)

[teddiesworldd]

after the world ends.

ghost finds you out in the woods during a zombie outbreak and falls in love with you. (2.6K words) read part 2 here!!!

a/n: this idea has been on my mind for a while and it was so sweet i just had to write it down and share it with you <3 also, if you'd like to be added to a taglist, let me know!

pairing: simon ghost riley x female reader

tags/warnings: nsfw, mdni!!, apocalypse au, mentions of weapons, killing (zombies), survival situation, unprotected p in v sex, cute fluffy stuff in the middle of a zombie apocalypse because why not?!, soap makes an appearance

day 17 of the apocalypse, 3 weeks after the first outbreak.

you had lasted this long purely by camping out in the back of your car, driving somewhere more remote to avoid the infected and rationing whatever you'd managed to bring in from your kitchen at the beginning of it all. but as supplies got low and you were down to your last water bottle, you were forced to venture out into the nearby woodland, gathering whatever you could forage from the streams and bushes. you knew absolutely nothing about surviving out here. you couldn’t hunt and could barely light a fire. the first day of winter was in less than a month and you had no real shelter to keep you warm. you had no idea which berries were safe to eat or how to filter water. all you had was your kitchen silverware for protection and your best winter jacket for the weather.

you’d last about 2 weeks out here at best, and that’s without the fucking zombies. 

you'd been walking for about an hour since leaving your car, and to be honest, you didn’t think you could find your way back now. everything looked the same. you had found only a pocketful of what you could only guess was edible, and a protein bar from the pocket of a dead guy’s jeans. every single noise scared the hell out of you. and the bite marks on his neck raised your adrenaline tenfold. 

thud. thud. snap.

footsteps. sticks breaking underfoot. 

“who’s there?” you called out. “i’m- i’m serious, come any closer and… and… i’ll kill you!”, shouting now, cold hand gripping your rusted kitchen knife tightly.

you saw a huge figure behind the trunk of a nearby tree, and he chuckled lowly at your brave attempt to scare him away. “you don’t scare me, sweetheart”, the voice said, deep and rough, walking out from behind the tree, “thought y'were a rabbit or something - cute lil' thing, rustling in those bushes. and if i was infected, you’d be dead by now, with a mouth on you like that.”

he was an absolute giant of a man, 6 and a half foot at least and built like a brick shithouse. he was in full military gear, skull mask over his face, armed with a rifle in hand and knives strapped to his chest and belt. he approached you slowly, palms facing you like he was trying not to spook a stray cat. part of you wondered if you were hallucinating - you'd not been sleeping well from the nightmares of the infected night after night.

“no use shouting, anyway - they’ll find you straight away making all that noise.” he continued, leaves crunching under his black boots, walking closer, “what’s a girl like you doing out 'ere, all alone?”

you were frozen in place, like a deer in headlights. he was already intimidating as fuck without the massive armoury hanging round his waist, but now he was so close you could feel his breath on your face. a thought crossed your mind that if he tried to kill you now, there would be absolutely nothing you could do to stop him. it made a shiver run down your back.

his gloved hand reached out to hold your chin. you looked up at him, eyes welling up from the pure fear that ran through you.

“lost?” he said quietly, tilting his head to get a proper look at you. 

you nodded slowly.

“well, you won’t get far with that old thing, love” he smirked through the mask, eyeing the blade in your hand. “here, i’ll take you back to camp with me, make you a proper meal, yeah? when did you eat last?”

you engaged in some light small talk on the way, finding out he was called “ghost” and he used to serve in a special operations unit for a private military company. i guess it made sense that the best survivors would be the soldiers. you mentioned how you’d been living in your car for the past two weeks, which seemed to amuse him. he probably thought you were just some dumb girl who’d somehow managed to scrape through until now.

he wasn’t wrong, really.

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his camp was much nicer than the back of your car. 

it wasn't far from where he'd found you. they had lots of weapons and food and beds. and people. there must of been about 10 men in total. the infected weren’t really an issue with their impressive arsenal. there was a large fence surrounding the camp and the men took it in turns to kill anything that tried getting inside. it was pretty clear that ghost was closest to one of the other ex-military guys called "soap". they sat together when they ate and stayed up late at night talking together around the fire - matching dog tags glinting in the dim light. you often watched them through your tent door - enjoying their company but not wanting to interrupt their conversation. you listened as they talked deeply, recounting their time serving together, telling stories of bravery and bloodshed. it became your routine to fall asleep listening to them.

after about 3 or 4 weeks, following the first snowfall, you’d adjusted to life in the camp. soap had taught you a few things and often spent the mornings taking you hunting or showing you how to use the guns - a hand on your waist as he lined you up for the kill shot. he had a sweet nature and silly charm to him, telling you ridiculous jokes that only made you laugh because they were so stupid. you would never tell him that though - he thought you found him hilarious.

however, it was ghost you’d grown closest to, giving you anything and everything you needed. he was mysterious and that drew you to him. one time, he took you down to the river to wash the cookware and yourselves, and you'd caught a glimpse of him pulling off his clothes and mask, blonde hair and muscles seeing the light of day. you couldn't deny it - he was gorgeous.

he often checked on you in the evenings, making sure you’d settled in okay. he sat next to your bed, running a gloved hand over your hair, rubbing small circles into your scalp.

“you like the boys?” he’d ask, “they treating you okay?”

and you’d nod, just like you’d do every night.

“not scared, are you, doll?”

you shook your head.

“good. just making sure.”

and with that, he’d leave, heading to his own tent to rest, or out to guard the fence.

but one night, before he got up to get some sleep, you grabbed his hand. he looked back at you, dark eyes watching yours.

“stay?” you whispered.

and he did, without a word. stripping off his heavy gear and perching next to you in bed, rough camo trousers scratching against your bare shoulder. 

and he stayed, just like you asked. watching over you like a dog and keeping you safe.

sometime in the night, you’d turned to face him where he sat, resting an arm over his thigh. but he didn’t push you off. he just let you rest - your warm breath causing a dampness throughout the tent. 

it was only when the winter sunlight streamed through the tent that you realised he really did stay - all night. you opened your eyes to see he’d settled in next to you, his sleeping body alongside yours in the small camp bed, your arm still around him. 

and when you tried to pull yourself away out of embarrassment, he pulled it back, keeping it over his chest. 

“for warmth, yeah?” he said quietly, voice all deep and sleepy.

and how could you argue with that? these were trying times, after all. 

after a moment's silence, he said “you’re a pretty thing, love. always thought so, even when i first met you and you were all scared and dirty.” he continued, heavy eyes looking down at your vulnerable form. “soap thinks so too, but you’re mine, yeah? i found you - you’re mine.”

there was something about the possessive glint in his eye that showed you he really meant it - his gaze trailing down from your face to your uncovered hips that had shuffled out the sheets in your sleep.

"cm'ere" he said, taking your arm in his grasp and pulling you towards him. "i mean it, love. do you wan' to be mine?" eyes watching your face to see how you'd react to his question. your faces were close now, closer than they'd ever been. he'd looked after you so nicely, giving you everything you needed, protecting you from harm all this time. you couldn't help but agree with him. how could anyone not fall for this attractive man who cared for you so much? and the feeling of his chest under your hand made you fall for him even harder.

"yeah," you whispered against his masked face "...yours."

your small hand reached up to reveal his lips under his mask. he pulled you in, kissing you softly. it was short but there was so much behind it. you could tell he wanted more but he was holding back. he didn't want to accidentally push you away by moving too fast. he pulled back to look at you, hands cupping your soft face, which was still clouded with sleep.

"you're so beautiful, you know that?" he spoke so softly now. it was like the walls he'd put up had fell instantly. he just wanted a moment to be yours. no one else's. not the camp's cook or the guard or the hunter. just yours and nothing else.

you pulled yourself back to his face, kissing him again but soon moving your lips down to kiss his chin, and then his neck. but you didn't get far before he stopped you.

"no, no, love. let me take care of you - you deserve it." he said, turning you around so you were on your back, head resting on your plush pillow as his touch relaxed you.

it was almost as if for just a moment, you weren't in the middle of a fucking nightmare. you were at home, in your own bed. maybe you'd met him at work or out on a date - anywhere that wasn't in a forest full of zombies. and he'd taken you out for dinner a few times and you'd decided he was sweet enough to be kissing down your body, rolling his tongue over your nipples.

but here you were, in a camp full of strangers, being transported by this man who you barely knew, covered only by the walls of a thin tent. but it just felt so right to let him take you like this. you trusted him with your life. and in return he worked your body like magic. his touch was so gentle - yet his skin was so rough compared to your own.

"you want me inside you, baby?" he spoke to you so softly, having kissed down to the top of your underwear now. his eyes watched you, waiting for your permission to carry on.

"please," you replied, "i want you."

that was all he needed to hear. he pulled off his shirt and your underwear, tossing them both to the side. he admired your body shamelessly, eyes tracing the outline of your waist and your body. you couldn't help but do the same, entranced by the way his muscles practically glowed in the light that came through the tent. he was built like a rugby player, pure muscle but with a good layer of fat on top to smooth everything out. you watched as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock.

he was huge. you knew he was a big guy but you weren't expecting it to apply to all of him. it was definitely bigger than anyone you'd ever been with. his tip was an angry shade of red from how hard he was, precum running down his shaft. noticing the expression on your face, he reassured you.

"don't worry, i'll be gentle with you."

he lined himself up with your entrance, your wetness being enough to allow himself to push slowly inside. it stretched you more than you ever had been, causing you to hiss as it dipped inside you. he bent forward down to kiss you sweetly, silencing your pained noises, shushing you each time his lips left yours. he continued to move in until he bottomed out inside of you.

"you okay?" he grunted, "tell me when to move, love."

you paused for a moment, adjusting to his size before nodding to let him know he could start moving.

he didn't fuck like you expected him to. you thought a guy like him would be railing you like an animal, but no. he made love to you, his slow but deep thrusts hitting all the perfect spots in your gummy walls. it was pure bliss, and he thought so too, struggling to keep back his grunts each time he thrust into you.

"fucckkkk baby," he'd say, dog tag hanging down as he fucked you, "your pussy is so tight, gripping me so good". he hooked your legs behind his back and moved his big hands onto your hips to hold you in place. " is it good for you too, doll? you look so pretty with that fucked-out look on your face." he went on, smirking at you like he was proud of his work.

you couldn't even form words, let alone piece together a decent response. he felt amazing, pulling all the way out so only his tip was inside of you and then pushing all the way back in again, until you were an absolute drooling mess, jaw slack and whining on his cock. and just when you thought it couldn't get any better, he moved his hand between your legs and rubbed lazy circles on your clit with his thumb. almost instantly your pussy started pulsing around him - with you blubbering out incoherent swears and moans - having sent you completely over the edge in a matter of minutes. he wasn't far away either - your clenching making his hips stutter back and forth as he helped you ride through your orgasm. you could of swore you were seeing stars by the time he pulled out of you and came over your stomach with a moan, pressing his forehead to yours.

it took you both a few minutes to come back down again, giggling and kissing his lips once more. your arms found their way around his neck, holding him close to you. you were both a panting mess, clothes discarded across the tent floor and the scent of sex heavy in the air.

"my girl- you're gorgeous," he managed to huff out, catching his breath. " 'm never getting over you."

when news broke that a zombie apocalypse was spreading, you had no idea it would lead to this hunk of a man in bed with you - spoiling you and loving you like this. you weren't complaining, though. not at all. at least something good came from it.

he cleaned you up so carefully, being sure not to press too hard on your sensitive body. and when he'd made sure you were okay, he brought you something to eat and led down with you, stroking up and down on your back, drawing shapes and letters on your skin. part of you couldn't believe this was the same guy who you watched shoot a zombie in the face through the fence the other day. his hands were so gentle, always cautious not to hurt you under his touch.

and as your eyes grew heavy again, revelling in his embrace, you heard him say something into your skin.

"simon," he said quietly, face buried in your neck. "my real name's simon."

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[horrortember]

Calling all lovers of darkfic, grimdarks, creepypastas, and scary stories! I had yet to see a monthly writing event themed around horror, so I made one! The event will occur in September, so you have plenty of time to get ready.

If you feel like participating, tag your fills with #horrortember2024, and I'll reblog as many as I can! Fanfic is strongly encouraged, but original fiction is accepted as well. And, depending on how many people join, I'll post a list of completionists or participants at the end of the month!

A written list of prompts is under the cut:

1. AND THIS HAS ALWAYS BEEN WHAT I DESERVE, FOR MY TEETH TO JUST FALL OUT: body horror, parasite, gore

2. BUT THEY SAW SOMETHING THAT’S REAL: pretending to be human, identical, visceral

3. WHO’S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF: vampires, zombies, werewolves

4. IT’S ALWAYS BEST WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE OFF: music, silence, echoes

5. BURIED ABOVE THE GROUND: dust, overgrown, forgotten

6. WHAT HAVE I DONE: losing memories, possession, cursed

7. DREAMLESS SLEEP: sick, survivor, injury

8. NOW ONLY DOGS WILL FOLLOW ME: cannibalism, eaten alive, maggots

9. HAVE YOU HEARD THE STORY OF THE RABBIT IN THE MOON: meta, cosmic horror, forbidden knowledge

10. WE DIDN’T GO IN THERE ALONE: hunted, solitary, darkness

11. YOU CAN’T RUN FROM ME FOREVER: obsession, yandere, overpowering emotions

12. I WEEP AND SAY GOODNIGHT, LOVE, AS MY ORGANS PACK IT IN: doomsday, apocalypse, certain death

13. WHAT DO YOU KNOW: nightmare, prophecy, inevitable

14. I CAN MAKE THE WORLD SEEM SLOW: polaroid, motel, record player

15. DON’T KNOW WHO I AM ANYMORE: doll, reflection, facet

16. NEVER SHALL WE DIE: immortality, decay, cyclical

17. WHAT DID YOU BURY BEFORE THOSE HANDS PULLED ME FROM THE EARTH: oops, self-made monster, playing god

18. SHE’LL SAY SHE LOVES YOU, EVEN THOUGH SHE ONLY WANTS TO STEAL YOUR SOUL: haunting the narrative, inseparable, devotion

19. ARE YOU ALIVE, AM I AWAKE: chills, hallucinations, paranoia

20. IN THE RED, YOU’RE BETTER OFF DEAD: hunger, craving, unconventional needs

21. HOW DO I BREAK YOU BEFORE YOU BREAK ME: unreliable narrator, serial killer, manipulation

22. THERE IS NO END: help isn’t coming, final girl, trauma

23. LIFE CAN BE LIKE A DREAM: gone wrong, descent into madness, distrust

24. HEAR THEM LAUGHING UNDERNEATH: hollow, below the surface, remnants

25. I’LL SAY GOODBYE SOON: timeloop, lesson learned, consequence

26. NO CURE IS COMING NEAR: animals, rabies, primal fears

27. WHY DON’T YOU LET ME BE FREE: hanahaki, soulmates, trope inversion

28. AND THEN HE STARTED LAUGHING UNTIL HE CRACKED HIS JAW: butterflies, roses, sunshine

29. WHERE LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL ALL THE TIME: man-made, perfection, out of place

30. YOU ARE CALLED TO THE TREES: climb, descend, mass migration

[beesspacedotorg]

bbeebeeeeebebebeeee what abt the convo we’re having rn…. a lovely wonderful date with your sweetie hybrid boyfriends linocat and binnierabbit

Hey bro happy birthday. It's still your birthday where I live, so please accept this gift. Thank you for being my friend !! I hope this year around the sun treats you well. I also hope skz comes to (redacted for privacy) so we can meet up. @cbini

There's no smut in this because uhm. Because. But there are sex jokes because I'm me.

You love your boyfriends very much. When they started living with you, everyone called you insane. They asked why you would have a cat hybrid and a rabbit hybrid at the same time. Rabbits can be messy and cats cause problems on purpose they had said. Rabbits are just cats with longer ears and curled tails they had said. You’re signing yourself up for trouble they had said. You had waved your hand in dismissal, pointing at your boys and how much they loved each other and went about your business. Looking at them now, you’re starting to wish you hadn’t brushed off their concerns.

They took you to a restaurant, a nice fancy one, to celebrate. They’d told you to get a little dressed up, so you had, and they’d shown up with their slightly dressy attire and you drooled a little and Changbin had to wipe it off your chin. They’d taken pictures with you, nice aesthetic ones in the low light of the dining area, Minho’s glass of wine temporarily acting as a prop. Minho had made a salacious joke about licking wine off of your body and Changbin had kicked him in the shin. Minho then accused him of being jealous and offered to lick wine off of his body, too. It made the younger flush and shout indignantly.

All in all, the night had gone well. Your boys were handsome and polite to the waitstaff, they’d taken turns making you flush with love and something else, and they’d both made promises about what awaited you at home. The problem only started when they’d gotten their food.

You’ve seen them eat before, you know they have slightly weird eating habits brought on by them being alive or their hybrid genes or something, but it didn’t click in your mind that they would do it at restaurants, too. It had been seconds after Changbin had gotten his plate of pasta, the waiter barely away from the table, that he flipped it over onto the table cloth and started to eat it that way. You stared at him for a minute, mouth opening and closing like a fish as you tried to come up with something to say.

“Was there something wrong with the plate?” You asked, staring at the mess he was making of the table.

“Too small. The vibes were bad,” he said simply. You blinked a couple times at him before turning your attention to Minho when you heard a choking noise.

“Oh, Jesus, this is why you need to slow down when you eat.” You hand him a water and a napkin, praying he doesn’t upchuck all over the table.

“What if it runs away?” He says, staring at you. You watch his ears twitch on his head, listening to the sounds of the waitstaff milling about and the chatter of the other customers.

“Where the fuck is it gonna go?” You point at the food he’s practically inhaled, “It’s dead.”

“You never know,” is what he gives you. You sigh, looking up towards the ceiling before hanging your head in defeat. You start to eat your own food, and outside of their initial outbursts, things seem to be going fine. That is, until Binnie’s ears stand tall above his head and his nose twitches, leg thumping under the table,

“Stop that,” he says, glaring daggers at Minho.

“Stop what? I’m not doing anything.” Minho has a shit eating smirk on his face. He is most definitely doing something.

“What’s that noise then?”

“What noise? Are you hallucinating, Changbinnie? Should we take you to see someone?” Minho fakes concern and you hear the soft little growl that comes out of Changbin.

“Two can play this game, hyung.” You’re suddenly worried for the state of the restaurant.

“What if none played this game? Wouldn’t that be nice?” Your pleas go ignored.

“And what exactly are you planning on doing?” Minho is leaning across the table now, shoving the pretty centerpiece out of the way so he can get closer to Changbin and it’s not too long after that you hear a chirp. Minho’s ears twitch and his pupils widen before he shakes his head and glares.

“Low blow, Seo Changbin.”

“And playing frequencies only I can hear isn’t?”

“You’re just a sore loser.”

“Loser? I haven’t lost anything.” You sigh when you hear Changbin’s voice start to rise, quickly calling for the tab.

“I’m so sorry,” is what you say to the waiter after he comes back, gesturing to the mess your boyfriends made of the table and the way they’re almost wrestling right now. You tip him well, it's the least you can do.

When you get your card back you stand up, grabbing your things and hauling your boyfriends out of their seats by the collars of their shirts. If you were meaner, you’d pinch their ears between your fingers for causing a ruckus, but you aren’t, so you don’t.

Changbin’s ears hang droopily when you get outside, and he hugs your arm tightly.

“Did we make you upset?” You turn your head to look at him and his eyes are as wide as the moon. You think of that tweet, I’m not arguing with a man who has pretty brown eyes. Whatever you say, beautiful. You sigh and pet the velveteen fur of his ears softly.

“A little bit, but, I’ll get over it.” Minho plasters himself to your other side, and when you turn to look at him, his ears are pinned down.

“Ah, I’m sorry, jagiya. I just wanted to have a little fun.” Changbin punches him in the shoulder and he winces.

“Like I said, I’ll get over it.” You start trying to walk to the car, but it’s easier said than done with the two of them hanging off of you like this. You see their heads move a bit out of your peripheral vision before Minho makes an affirming little hum and you’re being half-carried half-dragged down the sidewalk.

“You’ll get over it faster if you have help,” Minho says, and Changbin nods, long ears flopping around.

“Exactly. We have to apologize to our sweetie.” You squint at them. It’s never good when they both agree on something.

“What are you going to do?” Changbin opens your car door and nudges you gently until you’re all the way in.

“Have you ever been to Paris?” Minho asks, buckling himself into the backseat.

“I was thinking about seeing the Eiffel Tower,” Changbin finishes, sliding the key into the ignition. You snort at the joke, rolling your eyes.

“I think a little tourism would be nice.” Changbin smiles at you, nose scrunching slightly, and rests a hand on your thigh.

“Good. We were thinking the same thing.”

[greghatecrimes]

OKAY YOU ASKED FOR IT THIS IS ME HAPPY RAMBLING ABOUT ITD LET'S GO

'You’re okay, Thirteen. I’ve got you.' - genuinely made me go eueueueueueue😭😭 😭😭😭 when I first read it... Ohhhh....

'His voice drips with mock-concern. “Was that too bright for you?”' - in! Character!I read that and was like 'yeah he'd say that' lmfao

Just the entirety of thirteen being so mad at House for leaving her alone... Like everyone else...

THE 'because you chose Wilson over-' I'm mad. I'm so dead. Help.

Thirteen flinching so many times 😭 oh my baby

Him recognising the chorea and her immediate attempt to shut it down :<

Thirteen trying to verbally force him out, and when that doesn't work, trying to physically claw him out

The 'im not leaving' ouughhh last resortcore...

Rem trying to hit him where it hurts by attacking Wilson ouuugh

'she throws herself at House's right side, ready to strike him down at his weakest point.' was she gonna go for the leg? 😭😭😭 sobbing.....

'future spelled out before her' NOT HER KNOWING WHAT'S TO COME WHEN SHE'S SLOWLY PASSING OUT RRRRRR

House tenderly cradle carrying her even though it reaaaally fucking hurts him this actually broke me btw

'as her father murmurs: Good night, Thirteen.' dad hallucination/memory symbolism. Her dad turning into House. Him saying such a paternal-like phrase.

'start running and never, ever stop–' ohhh sweetheart you've never stopped running. Even through working with house even after getting fired even now.. ohh......

Jay and the rabbit nickname in general. Jaybird, I love you..

her half laughing about the fact the overdose is killing her, nooo....

House stressedly growling at her cause she's half dead already WAAAAAHHHH

the foreman italics saga. 'the way she'd longed for after Kutner's suicide' girl who. Is going to scream cry over this

mmm anyways thanks you :3

OUSDHF:LKDS HAPPY RAMBLING ABOUT ITD??? THIS MADE MY DAYYY. Thank YOU and omg in return you are getting rambles back<3

"You’re okay, Thirteen. I’ve got you." - Genuinely I think that I made the same noise as you did reading it, when I wrote it. That was one of my favorite parts of chapter two to write, and it kills me a little bit that right now [as of the end of chapter three] Thirteen doesn't fully remember it

"Sorry. Was that too bright for you?" always makes me laugh a little LOL. I'm so glad you liked that line!! I was hoping it would come across how i was imagining it (in that almost like.... sardonic tone of House's, I can't think of the proper word to describe it).

Yeah. Thirteen is rightfully upset, and she's.... she thinks about it several times in chapter three, but she feels like she's always being left alone. When her mom died (headcanon/backstory that I've given her for ITD is that she felt very isolated in the immediate aftermath of her mom's death, even if her dad and brother were around physically), when Jay got sick, when she got her diagnosis, after killing Jay, etc. So she resents that he just... chose to leave her alone and "run away" with Wilson (alone in the sense that she had no one around to kill her, not that she was completely alone physically– she did have Amy (AMY!!! I am developing Amy and she's going to be big part of the story later, I'm SO excited for it.)) even after he promised her he would be there for her when the time came. Even after she admitted to him in 8x19 that the things he's done for her are probably the most selfless things anyone has ever done for her, ever! That's a big moment of vulnerability, and that kind of just got thrown back in her face (unintentionally on House's part), so it's quite a sting for her.

Writing the back-and-forth of her feeling so angry and resentful, but also wanting so badly to just... accept that he's back, that he might actually be there for her (but it has to be too good to be true, right? He left once, she's not falling for it again), was both a challenge and something I really, REALLY enjoyed. Anger and vulnerability (i.e. wanting reassurance) are both things that Thirteen usually tries not to show around other people. So I really loved getting to crawl inside of those feelings and pull out the anger and hope she hides away– both so childlike, really, in a way, because she keeps this part of her so tucked away from the world.

The "I'm not leaving" was absolutely 100% meant to be a nod to Last Resort, hehe. Nice catch >:3 And yes, in her hungover haze she was absolutely trying to go for his leg. (Not that she got very far with that, though.)

"House tenderly cradle carrying her even though it reaaaally fucking hurts him this actually broke me btw" I think in that moment he doesn't give a shit about how much it hurts; he's thinking that he almost just lost her, and he's not letting her go (read: die or run away) that easily.

"'as her father murmurs: Good night, Thirteen.' dad hallucination/memory symbolism. Her dad turning into House. Him saying such a paternal-like phrase." HEE HEE I have future imagery planned with this exact phrase so I'm so glad you liked it <3 That bit (her drug induced dream sequence that bled into reality as she woke up) was low-key probably my favorite to write in this chapter.

Re: her running away. ABSOLUTELY. She's always been running away from something in her life (because she's learned she has to be avoidant to survive, but writing about that in depth would be an entirely separate post) and I see it like these lyrics from Runs In The Family: "And running is something that we've always done well/And mostly I can't even tell what I'm running from"

Jay. JAY!!!!!!! I'm going to ramble a little bit about Jay. @x-birdsong-x has brainwormed with me so much and helped a TON in developing Jay (and ITD in general), he wouldn't be who he is now without her and all of our brainworms/convos (ty fren<3). Without spoiling too much of what I have planned for later chapters, here's what I will say about him: He is the best big brother in the world and he and Remy love each other so fucking much. They're about seven years apart. And the full nickname he has for her is "Remy Rabbit", but mostly it gets shortened to "Rabbit". He calls her that for her entire life- that and "Rem". When twelve year old Remy is upset after her mom's funeral, she goes and crawls into Jay's bed with him that night for the first time in a while, and that's the only way she gets any sleep. And when she confesses to Jay that she's worried their mom thought that Remy didn't love her, Jay's response is: [excerpt pulled directly from a planning doc I have] "...'You cared. You love Mom. Just the same as I do.' He glances down at her, thumbs the trailing tears off of her cheeks. 'Just the same as I love you'."

I love Jay so much, I'm going to die about it. You calling him Jaybird... that's so sweet... Bird recently said "Remy Rabbit and Bluejay" and I love both of those (Jaybird and Bluejay) so, so much.

THE FOREMAN ITALICS SAGA ASKDBH:GKJSE:GHKSDJFSDF THAT NAME FOR IT. I love that so fucking much, I just wasn't expecting it ougsdkghskdfds. That line about longing for comfort after Kutner's suicide-- ME I'm going to scream and cry over it, don't you worry, that line DESTROYS ME and haunts me and it will for the rest of my life. That bit from chapter three is legitimately one of my favorite things I think I have ever written:

THANK YOU for blessing my inbox with your thoughts/feelings/rambles!!! :D <3 It legitimately made my day, please please please always feel free to ramble in my inbox at any time! I can't tell you how happy it makes me when other people enjoy the fic I love writing :3

[charmwasjess]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

AWW thanks for the fun tag, @rochenn!! :D

I am of course feverishly working on Rabbit Heart, which I am so damn close to finishing, but last night I was editing a little The Thunder Answered Back, my post-Order 66 Not-Fix-It-Fix-It. Jocasta is trying to decide whether or not to execute Dooku, Dooku is trying to make sense of what his life's purpose even is anymore, and Sifo-Dyas is a VERY reluctant ghost (?)/spirit guide/hallucination. Lot of folks got tagged in this round - hmm, did I see @calcedon79? @wonderland-s-angel @stellanslashgeode @dapurinthos ! Anyone else who'd like to play, consider yourself tagged! :D <3

Sifo-Dyas plucked one of the roses and studied it like it might be a clue. He began methodically picking it apart. “You know, you should be pruning these things with your lightsaber, and then we could work in a kind of psychosexual identity angle into this dream, some phallic symbolism.” 

"You choose to haunt my dreams so you can criticize the metaphors?"

“Lack of metaphors.” 

“This is a rather profound violation of my privacy.” 

"Oh, so now we're even for you murdering me!" Sifo-Dyas sputtered a laugh. “Don't give me those big, sad eyes, you know they don't work on me. At least, not anymore.” He flung himself down next to Dooku. “What’s even the matter with you now, anyway? Why are you upset?” 

“Jocasta hates me.”

“Dooku,” Exasperated, Sifo-Dyas always made his name into two separate words, stretching the vowel until it might break. Doo Koo. “She doesn't hate you – that's probably why this is so hard for her. She loved who you were, and mourned that person’s passing when you lost yourself. Now it's confusing to see you acting like him again.”

“So I should behave like a Sith Lord?”

“I think even you know that's not the answer.”

Dooku glanced sideways. “You might talk to her?” 

"Hey, that’s a great idea!” Sifo-Dyas pitched his voice higher in cheerful mockery. “‘Hello Jocasta, it’s me, your old, dead friend! Sorry about that whole situation where I wasted my life trying to save the Order and instead doomed us all to the exact ruin I foresaw! Classic! Anyway, you were right about that hunch that Dooku murdered me, but he's really trying to do better now. Could you try being a little nicer to him?”

About halfway through the bit, Sifo-Dyas seemed to lose control of his own irreverent humor. He deflated, looking up at the dream sky.

[queen-dahlia]

𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟰

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback | 4:4 answer

The harassment caused by the hatred for Obsidian increased day by day.

Still, nothing was more vicious than being locked up in a warehouse, so I somehow managed to endure...

The preparations for the White Rose Festival were about to be completed without incident.

If it weren't for the whims of the trampling beast.

Leon: "I'm sorry, Emma, am I having a hallucination?"

Sariel: "I was also a bit deaf. Could you repeat that?"

Chevalier: ". . . . . ."

I was the one who summoned the three of them to the round table where the meeting was being held.

There is a reason why three of the busiest people have gathered here today, just before the festival.

(The seriousness of the situation is sinking in…)

(But we can't escape reality, let's go ahead and do it.)

Emma: "Prince Gilbert—"

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Gilbert: "I would also like to attend the memorial service."

Silvio: "Pff—"

Keith: "… Eh…"

This morning at breakfast time, which is becoming a daily routine, Prince Gilbert said something to me,

Silvio, who happened to be there, spit out the tea, and Keith dropped his fork.

Emma: "Prince Gilbert is... going to the memorial service?"

Gilbert: "What's the big surprise?"

Gilbert: "If Silvio and Keith are going to be there, I should be there too."

Silvio: "Stop. You will be stabbed."

Keith: "… I don't think it's a good idea either. It would be too much for Gilbert to attend the memorial service."

Gilbert: "A blasphemy against the dead?"   //   "A blasphemy to the dead?"

Keith: "I didn't say that."

Silvio: "Then, are you an insensitive, stupid prince who can't read the atmosphere?"

Keith: "No!"

Gilbert: "… I'm hurt. Comfort me, Little Bunny."

Prince Gilbert, who was showing off his gluttonous eating habits next to me, stops what he is doing and puts his head on my shoulder.

The sudden closeness of the distance made my body stiffen.

Emma: "… A-alright?"

I stroked his hair and swallowed Prince Gilbert's request to get him away from me as soon as possible.

The atmosphere in the room was outrageous.

Silvio: "…… Are you stupid?"

Keith: "Lady Emma... you are very brave."

Gilbert: "… Pfft… Haha…"

Emma: "Hey, you asked me to comfort you, so I had no choice but to do it! It was inevitable!"   //   "Hey, you told me to comfort you, so I did! It was force majeure!"

Gilbert: "Oh yes, it was inevitable... I never thought I'd be treated like a child at my age, but…"   //   "Yeah, it's force majeure… I never thought I'd be treated like a child at my age…"

Gilbert: "But I don't hate it… Haha."

(Let's not go crazy anymore.)

When I withdraw my hand, Prince Silvio clears his throat to regain his composure.

Silvio: "What kind of grudge do you have against Rhodolite?"

Even Prince Silvio and Prince Keith of other countries don't look good.

I am sure the response of the princes of Rhodolite will be more than this.

Gilbert: "No, no, rather, I like Rhodolite."

Gilbert: "The food is good, the roses are beautiful, and there's a little rabbit."

Silvio: "… Don't try to hit on her so casually."

Keith: "I have no idea what Gilbert wants to do."

Gilbert: "Fufu… Isn't it fascinating to see a man with a secret?"

Silvio: "If it's a joke, it's a joke. Yours is no joke."

Silvio: "Tell me what you're up to, right here, right now."

Gilbert: "Well, there's only one reason to attend the memorial service, right?"

Emma: "Would you... like to pay your respects?"

(The people of Rhodolite were victims of the Obsidian.)

Gilbert: "Of course. We have to show respect for the innocent."

Emma: "However, Prince Gilbert said before—"

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Gilbert: "There's nothing wrong with that, is there? There's no rule that says the Obsidian royalty can't participate."

Sariel: "Then will you pay your respects?"

Gilbert: "As long as it's just a heartless form."

Sariel: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "That's the kind of country Obsidian is in, ordering an invasion with words of memorial."

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Emma: "—You said so yourself, didn't you?"

Silvio: "That sucks."

Keith: "… I've misjudged you, Gilbert."

Gilbert: "Ahaha, I've changed my mind."

Prince Gilbert looks up and smiles gently in front of me.

If someone who doesn't know anything sees it, it's a fraudulent smile.

Gilbert: "I want to give a reward to Little Bunny, who has been harassed countless times and doesn't give up even when she cries."

Gilbert: "If I attend the memorial ceremony, I can be the symbol of peace you want me to be, right?"

Gilbert: "Also, it's impossible for me to mourn as a representative of the country, but as an individual, I'm willing to do it."

Gilbert: "In any country, taking the life of an innocent person is a mortal sin."

(… Are you serious?)

I couldn't doubt it because I knew there was a good side to him.

Keith: "If you do attend the ceremony, I don't think the Rhodolite side would be happy about it."

Silvio: "If it were me, I'd probably slam my fist in his face."

Silvio: "The people of my country were massacred. I don't want a bastard like that paying respects to us."

Gilbert: "That's right…"

Gilbert: "But it's okay. Because I have Little Bunny."

Emma: "Eh."

Gilbert: "Can you ask?"

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Emma: "Is it too difficult?"

No matter how many times I explain it, the wrinkles between Leon and Sariel's eyebrows won't come off.

I knew what to expect, but the atmosphere was heavy.

Leon: "If it's an offer that comes from sincerity, there's no reason not to accept it."

Leon: "Figurative mourning is a desecration of the dead."   //   "The mere act of paying respects to the dead is blasphemy."

Sariel: "However, it is true that there are those in the public who welcome this as a sign of improved relations between the two countries."

Sariel: "There has been a lot of tension over the years, so Prince Gilbert's participation is generally not a bad thing."

Leon: "Then, do you agree?"

Sariel: "No. I have the same opinion as you, Prince Leon. There is no meaning in paying respects only figuratively."

Sariel: "Besides, I don't think that Prince Gilbert would attend just for the memorial service."

Sariel: "Without a doubt, he must have prepared some evil deeds that will blow our minds."

(It's Prince Gilbert who can't defend against such things.) **

(But on the other hand, I also want to believe.)

(He hates lying, so his desire to mourn the dead is genuine…)

(… Maybe I'm just thinking too conveniently.)

Sariel: "I'm sure Prince Gilbert will also be in great danger."

Sariel: "The ceremony will be open to the public. And then suddenly, Prince Gilbert will appear…"

Leon: "It would be no surprise if some people started throwing rocks at him."   //   "Wouldn't it be funny if someone threw a stone at him?"

Sariel: "… Rocks are still not very nice."   //   "… Stones would still be a pretty sight."

Sariel: "For security reasons, I really want him to refrain from attending the ceremony."

(Prince Gilbert must have expected this kind of thing from Leon and Sariel.)

(But he still "asked" me to do it... He’s so mean.)

Chevalier: "Nonsense. It's not even worth discussing."

Prince Chevalier, who had been silent all this time, said to dismiss our troubles.

(After all, Prince Chevalier is also against Prince Gilbert's participation.)

Chevalier: "If we refuse the offer from the Obsidian side, it will be taken as a sign that our country has no intention of friendship."

Chevalier: "I think he should be allowed to attend, even if it puts him at a slight disadvantage."

(…… Uh.)

Chevalier: "The soldiers of the foreign faction have extra strength when it comes to security. If we rearrange their deployment, we should be able to cope with the situation."

Chevalier: "… I don't think it's necessary, though. Eyepatch is not stupid. He will defend himself."

Sariel: "Prince Chevalier, it could be a trap…"

Chevalier: "It's a trap 9 out of 10, but it's not something you can set."

Chevalier: "He's probably aiming for..."

Prince Chevalier and I engaged in perfect eye contact.

Emma: "… Me?"

Chevalier: "Let him go this time, and you'll get a clearer picture of what his purpose is."

Chevalier: "What is he trying to ascertain through you?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Chevalier: "It's well worth more than the disadvantage."

(Perhaps Prince Chevalier can foresee what will happen on the day of the ceremony.)

Prince Chevalier lifts the corners of his mouth as if he were playing a board game.

He is not usually a person who shows his emotions, but he seemed to be enjoying himself.

Chevalier: "Simpleton, you should also attend the ceremony on that day. I'll give you a role."

Leon: "Don't be stupid, Emma could be in danger."

Chevalier: "I'm not talking to you."

Cold eyes like a frozen sea prompt my words.

(I know it's dangerous, but I also want to know Prince Gilbert's intentions.)

(Also, in the unlikely event that Prince Gilbert harms Rhodolite…)

(I have to take responsibility to stop it.)

That's what I mean by being a friend of Prince Gilbert.

Emma: "Please."

Sariel: "Emma, don't overdo it."

Emma: "I'll be fine."

(… Oh, I said "I'm fine" again.)

I would be lying if I said I wasn't anxious, but I smile because I don't want to cause concern.

Chevalier: "It's settled. I told you I'd take care of this in the first place."

Prince Chevalier grabbed me roughly by the shoulders and pulled me close.

Chevalier: "You are in no position to do anything about it."   //   "You guys have no authority to do this, lose it."

(I didn't know there was such a story.)

Seeing the bitter looks on both Leon's and Sariel's faces,

It seems that Prince Chevalier had been doing a lot of work without my knowledge.

Leon: "When you said you were going to take care of her, I thought you were a harbinger of a natural disaster."

Leon: "It's not like I agreed to do something like this."

Sariel: "Me too... She's Belle, and her safety needs to be our top priority."

Sariel: "It is more important than countering the threat of Prince Gilbert."

Chevalier: "I don't care. What makes you think I would do something that would cause me to lose an important piece?"

Leon & Sariel: ". . . . . ."

Chevalier: "If anything goes wrong, I'll take care of it. Is that okay?"

Chevalier: "Simpleton, go call Clavis and the clown. We'll work out the details."

Emma: "Y-Yes…!"

I hurriedly followed the back of Prince Chevalier, who dashingly fluttered his cloak.

There is no anxiety or hesitation in his steps.

With his extraordinary foresight, he seemed to be already thinking about countermeasures against Prince Gilbert.

Leon and Sariel don't argue with Prince Chevalier for a long time, either.

It's proof that they trust you.

(He is a rational person, although he has a horrible side that sometimes makes him abandon his humanity…)

(He is also the only one who can counter the Obsidian threat.)

(Maybe this is the kind of His Majesty the King that the unstable Rhodolite is looking for right now.)

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—On the day of the White Rose Festival, about which I had a premonition of turmoil, the sky was dazzlingly clear.

On a stage set up in the open air, the princes of the domestic and foreign political factions, as well as major aristocrats and distinguished guests from other countries, ascend one after the other.

A memorial ceremony for Blood-Stained Rose Day has been held in the past on the first and fifth anniversaries.

His Majesty the King, the princes, and other distinguished guests of the Rhodolite will offer a white rose at the Cenotaph, and they will all join in a moment of silence.

Normally, the ceremony is supposed to be solemn, but this year there was something unusual going on in the surrounding area.

(… I knew this was going to happen.)

People's attention is directed toward the princes of foreign countries.

On the occasion of the 10th anniversary, Silvio, the prince of an allied country, decided to attend the ceremony himself,

It seems that Keith, the prince of a neutral country, decided to participate because the victims had no enemies or allies.

The problem is Prince Gilbert.

(The Prince of Obsidian not only helps with the White Rose Festival but also attends the ceremony…)

(The rumors spread all at once in the past few days, so many people have gathered at the venue…)

Amidst all the mixed feelings of good and bad, the person in question is dignified.

Even in front of some of the guests who looked as if they were about to kill him at any moment, his refreshing smile did not falter.

(I wonder what he's thinking behind that smile.)

(… For now, I'll do my job.)

The role that Prince Chevalier prepared for me was to distribute the white roses that were offered as flowers to the prince and other distinguished guests.

As they stand in line to get theirs, I carefully hand them out one at a time.

After the Rhodolite princes finished laying flowers, the princes of other countries came next—

Emma: "Here you go."

Gilbert: "Fufu… Little Bunny, your smile is so tugging at my heartstrings."   //   "Fufu... Little Bunny, your smile is starting to fade."

Emma: "Because of this situation…"

I get so nervous that my hand shakes as I give him the white rose.

Various voices were heard from below the stage.

While there were voices wishing for friendship with Obsidian, there were also many rants of resentment,

All the emotions that made me want to cover my ears seemed to be stabbing Prince Gilbert.

Emma: "… Are you okay?"

Gilbert: "You know me, I'm a beast."

Emma: "… No beast can mourn."

Gilbert: "I'm a good imitator."

(He seems to be used to this kind of thing.)

(… How many times—just how many times has this person been stabbed in this way?)

(Maybe he deserved it, but still.)

(I don't know why... I'm confused.)

Prince Gilbert received the white rose from me and headed to the wreath stand.

The people, who had been lively until then, suddenly became silent.

(… It's Rhodolite's manners.)

Manners for offering flowers may differ from country to country.

Rhodolite, who takes care of roses, has particularly detailed rules around that,

But Prince Gilbert's movements are so beautiful that you can't complain about them.

(Really, he seems to be sincerely respectful.)

(Is he just a really good imitator as a person, or—)

Crowd: "Look, Obsidian has a will to reconcile, doesn't he?"

Crowd: "No, it's all an act. We should get rid of him now!"

Crowd: "Huh? You think that's acting? We should treat him properly!"

Crowd: "Don't be silly! Obsidian has no humanity!"

(Oh…)

Voices begin to rise from everywhere in response to Prince Gilbert's actions.

It was like a fire in oil, and you could see the scuffle from the stage.

(It's not just the anti-monarchy faction. Rhodolite is so disjointed right now.)

The commotion gradually grows louder, and the knights come in to control it.

Still, once the fire was lit, it would not subside...

Eventually, I could see some people trying to get up on the stage, overcoming their restraints.

(Any more than this is dangerous!)

At the moment everyone thought so, Prince Gilbert stood in the middle of the stage, and the sound of his cane echoed.

The small sound seemed to have been drowned out by the whirlwind of commotion.

And yet, people stopped moving as if time had stopped and looked up at Prince Gilbert.

It was a bizarre sight.

(It's not sound… It's the atmosphere.)

(I feel pressure in the air.)

The Trampling Beast laughs briskly.

Equally to friendly people as to a hostile one.

Gilbert: "Lords and ladies of Rhodolite."

Prince Gilbert's dignified voice dominated the venue.

Gilbert: "Ten years have passed, and Obsidian wishes to establish a new relationship with your country."

Gilbert: "If possible, let everyone here live a happy life."

Gilbert: "If you can give me a sincere response at the upcoming four-way talks, I will respond to that as well."

Gilbert: "Your country has already damaged our friendship once."

Gilbert: "I hope it doesn't happen again. On the occasion of the White Rose Festival, right?"

(… I want to be honestly happy, but I can't.)

The people, who had been quiet, come to their senses and begin to make noise again.

The madness created by hostility and goodwill was terrifying.

Gilbert: "Hehe... It seems that there are many people who feel uneasy, so let's show them a proof of friendship for starters."

After saying all he wanted to say, Prince Gilbert turns away.

I was standing at the edge of the stage.

Emma: "Prince Gilbert?"

I feel a chill run down my spine, and I brace myself.

(His eye isn't smiling…)

(… I have a feeling he's up to something.)

As I stepped back, a cold hand grabbed me and pulled me.

I could see Yves and Rio trying to run up to me in the distance,

All of them were blocked by the cold body of Prince Gilbert.

Gilbert: "What do you think is the easiest proof of friendship, Little Bunny?"

(… I don't know.)

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Yves: "Now Obsidian has become a hostile, abhorrent nation..."

Yves: "There was a period of time when we were trying to open diplomatic relations and establish normal diplomatic ties with Rhodolite."

Yves: "My mother then came from Obsidian to Rhodolite in marriage as a token of our friendship."

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Gilbert: "Yes…"

Prince Gilbert's face fills everything—

(I don't want to know...)

Gilbert: "It's love."

[snickerdoodlles]

Kim is my favorite character but Chay is the most special™️ boy in the universe :p that’s why I keep thinking of an AU where everything is mostly the same except that like in the Sandman there are anthropomorphic personifications of the fundamental concepts of the World (they are: Dream, Death, Destiny, Desire, Delirium, Despair and Destruction) and Chay is casually besties with Death, most people don’t know they even exist and the Mafia fam knows that there’s some kind of magic in the world but nothing more than that.

This comes out when they’re “casually” talking about some horrible thing that Korn did and Chay just looks at Kim and asks “if there was a way for him to die and have nobody be responsible for it, would you want him dead?” And he’s like “yeah, obviously” and Chay is like “okay! :D” and like two days later Korn just dies out of nowhere and nobody can prove it but everyone knows that Chay had something to do with it so Kim just asks and Chay just tells him he asked a friend to do him a favor and Kim is like “???” until Chay is like “yeah, that friend is literally the anthropomorphic personification of the concept of Death :D” everyone else is for some reason also there.

Chay doesn’t tell anyone this bc they would lose their shit if they knew but they met Death when they died accidentally when he was like 4 and when Death came to collect him, they just told her very politely that he couldn’t go with her bc that would made Porsche sad, she found him adorable and let him stay alive! They have been friends ever since.

Tankhun kind of knew that the personifications existed but never told anyone, he met Despair & Delirium when he was kidnapped :) to be fair he thought he was hallucinating.

I practically just told you my favorite daydream about those two 😂 tbf I thought you would find it interesting

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anon

anon I am kissing you on the forehead, this is DELIGHTFUL

Chay!!! as besties with Death!!!! Death a common friend to all but the deepest connection with CHAY. I love your day dream, I had in fact immediately pictured Korn's bloody ruthlessness being in part an effort to court Death for his own nefarious purposes, and Chay's like "oh? do you want to meet her then?" and Death arrives and gently tells Korn he's always had her attention, he never had to try to catch it, and Korn feels very smug about this until she holds out her hand and Korn realizes he's just dead and she means she knows everyone who passes through her lands eventually, he's not special.

(I hope!!! You do not mind me playing with your day dream! Yours is a beautiful idea, I hope I added and didn't impose 😂🙏)

but oh mannn, I'm right there with you in that Kim is my favorite but Chay is my most specialest boyTM, and I have a silly day dream for them too actually! I'm not sure if you've ever heard of the Wayward Children series by Seanan McGuire? it's a novella series centered around the concept of portal fantasy worlds, with a bunch of children who had gone to different alternate worlds and are now back on earth, trying to make a life after and several waiting/hoping to return to their worlds. I had actually first had a weird mashup of that series and bad buddy, but then kp came out and I fell down that rabbit hole and my brain shifted the day dream to accommodate Chay going to a different world where he'd gotten literal wings before he was returned to earth (reason typically being for Porsche). and something-somrthing happens, the exact reasons for this next bit change, but somehow he and the other boys are in danger, Chay's door opens again for him, and he drags all thr boys with him for safety and they all learn our boy is MagicTM. Kim is 😍 x100 obvs, he doesn't really care about the specifics he just cares about Chay lol. Porsche's reactions vary but usually around I THOUGHT THIS WAS JUST A GAME WE PLAYED AS KIDS, and Kinn and Khun are just. Baffled. Mind blown. What the fuck is happening, this is very cool but still WHAT?!

[cigarettesandinevitablebetrayal]

Cigs' Playlist Prompts

Special prompt set I've been meaning to do. All of these lyrics are pulled from songs off the character playlists I've made. Inbox me one that interests you and I'll freewrite at least 1k words based on the characters I associate with it. Bonus 1k added if you wanna guess whether it's for Rashad, Remus, Seongwon, Mateo, Corin, Cassian, or Miro - correct or not (there's 4 per character - none for Loren or Alek, tragically, as they're too new).

Turnaround will be a bit, so feel free to come off anon, if you'd like to be notified. Prompts below:

I should have told you from the start // That I've got glue inside my heart // I'll stick with you until it's final beat - Weird by Elliot Lee

You read it wrong // A bold faced fever // You've stolen everything you believe - Cairo by San Fermin

Tonight you'll make your toast // Oh, to better days when all had seemed so right // I hear your heartbeat thumping // Screaming, "Honey, don't let me go" // I know you want to stay // But I'm already gone - Love Murder One by Coheed & Cambria

Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman // Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right // I make a play fuckin' up your whole life - HUMBLE. by Kendrick Lamar

And in the wreck of all we burnt // Stands a piano like a wound // I play our song to see if it's in tune - Ruin by The Amazing Devil

All I see is red all around me // My chest was tight like I'm drowning // When I sleep, my thoughts are like lightning // When I breathe, it feels so exhausting // Like I'm incomplete; slowly falling - Starlight by Akera Sky

But the teeth come out when the camera flashes // We said we'd always be the same // But we lost each other in the game - LA Hallucinations by Carly Rae Jepsen

They tell me I'm hellbent on revenge // I cut my teeth on weaker men // I won't apologize again - Good Girls by Chvrches

They sent your heroes to the guillotine // And now they're loading up their magazines // Misinformation is a beauty queen - Guillotine by Barns Courtney

I needed revolution // I never had a war in mind // And now the river runs dry and the fall is deep // The truth is dark and it makes us bleed - Don't Pray for Me by Within Temptation

It's the thinnest line // They hung you out by // You were holding my hands and saying // What if I only ever took what's mine? - Steal by Maribou State

Sometimes it feels like we're frozen in time // Floating in space, lines undefined // We can't free ourselves from chains // Our love forever changed - Reveal by Rabbit Junk

Mass destruction and mass corruption // The souls of suffering men // Clutching on deaf ears again // Rapture is coming // it's all prophecy and // If I gotta be sacrificed for the greater good // Then that's what it gotta be - Pray for Me by The Weeknd and Kendrick Lamar

But if you let me be your skyline // I'll let you be the wave // That reduces me to rubble // but looked safe from far away - The Ghosts of Beverly Drive by Death Cab for Cutie

I ain't never scared and I ain't never horrified // I just look down at my Rolex, it said it's the darkest times // I ain't never terrified, I ain't never petrified // You know I see dead people, I just tell 'em, "Get a life" - Scared of the Dark by Lil Wayne, Ty Dolla $ign, and XXXTENTACION

She's been watching for a century // With hatred and with scorn // If you know the hunter's coming // Then you hide or keep on running // 'Cause she's slain the gods before - Godhunter by Aviators

Tell me who's stopping this // Then I'm dropping the bitches that's gon' top your list // All 'em talking, they sitting, just popping shit // Use to listen but, bitch, I am auditing - Who's Better? by DaddyPhatSnaps

Dragged further away from the shore // And deeper into the drink // Rotting like a wreck on the ocean floor // Sinking like a siren that can't swim anymore - Swimming by Florence + the Machine

Cover me in all your platinum // I'm wanting how they look at you // I'm tired of feeling numb - No Problems by ONICKS

Who will burn who // As I catch you // Burning through seven nights // When not all is right - The Viles by Blaqk Audio

And I walk // And I walk // Knowing every last one of them is painted in light // As I make myself acquainted with the saint of never getting it right - Blossoms by The Amazing Devil

No moments alone // No moments to share // In search of a key // You know is not there - Loreley by Lord of the Lost

People are fuel // Everybody burns // Just a little push and maybe some will learn // What a life is like // What it's like to burn - Cover My Traces by Reach

Well I drank, sipped, sucked it up // Threw every last shred of hope in the cup // Then knocked it back // World fades to black // Not quenched until I drown - Delirium Tremendous by Felix Hagan & the Family

There's only two ways to make it in this town // One is to be brilliant // The other is to drown - Neon Medusa by The Midnight

You're in the walls that I made with crosses and frames // Hanging upside down // For granted, in vain, I took everything // I ever cared about - The Death of Peace of Mind by Bad Omens

And how does it feel now // You've scratched that itch? // You've pulled out all your stitches // Hubris is a bitch - 100 Years by Florence + the Machine

Somewhere on the road you changed // Shot down by the life you chose // A losing game // And now that you're on the ride // Mirror, mirror, please don't watch me cut my ties - Catch Me If You Can by The Scarlet Opera

[vyrsgore]

THE WAY MY JAW DROPPED AND I GASPED WHEN I SAW “dead rabbit”

A ALICE AND WONDERLAND SCARA SMAU IS SOMETHING THATS BEEN ON MY MIND FOR AND I KID U NOT TWO YEARS!! AND ITS DARKER?!? SIGN ME UP?!?!? I’ll be there every post I’m already Fan girling!

Question though! Is Scara one of the wonderland four? Or himself? 👁️👁️

If I’m not tagged I might start hallucinating as well!!

AAA IM SO GLAD UR EXCITED! Ofc u can be on the taglist pookie

We love darker stories fr 😋😋😋 scaramouche is one of the wonderland four, hes actually the Cheshire Cat :333

[wheelercore]

It's really interesting how we get 3 versions of the creel plotline:

1. The creel trailer, which has alice and henry running up the stairs excitedly together and alice finding the dead rabbit, not in the playground, but what I assume is either the front yard or the backyard. Also henry and alice are noticeably younger, but children grow quickly so I don't know if that was intentional.

2. The show itself, which has the difference in the beginning entry way scene and alice in the playground.

3. The First Shadow, in which alice strikingly missing, despite the fact that the play still takes place when the creels just moved to Hawkins, supposedly. I believe the first promo refers to henry as the new kid in school, emphasizing that henry may be an only child in this play... somehow.

So either something happened to alice before the creels arrived to hawkins (doubtful, this show places a lot of emphasis on hawkins as a setting and I doubt the it would make its central 'cursed town' irrelevant to its plot twist)-

Alice never existed (?? Lol) -

Or something happened to alice after the creels moved to hawkins and what we see in the show is not what it seems.

The third option isn't exactly out of this world. The show, since the beginning, put a lot of emphasis on PTSD, flashbacks, and repressed memories. It's all the more obvious with El recovering memories of Henry and the massacre, but s2 was filled to the brim with allegories and mentions to flashbacks, starting with Phineas "totally not used in the show as an allegory for the psychological effects of trauma" Gage and how will's supernatural experiences were compared to PTSD.

Vecna's curse was intentionally made to be subtle to the victim. None of them knew they were in a hallucination until it was made obvious to them. And... there are just some very interesting word choices going on here:

Hopper corrects Joyce in this scene but the association of flashbacks and nightmares continue. Victor describing his own vecna vision, reminiscent of his own traumatic memories:

Him describing waking up from his later vision, describing both that vision and his "reality" as nightmares:

We don't see Alice dying. Not even in Henry's pov- it's intentionally obfuscated from us.

In the beginning of s4 nightmares are also framed as a sign of the vecna curse, we see specifically Max's nightmare being more so a flashback, or a memory, to Billy's death. Nightmares are also a core symptom of PTSD so it fits the bill with season 2.

Funnily, enough we see Alice also experiences nightmares- which we know what that's associated with:

What exactly were in Alice's nightmares?

In the beginning we also got these very sus lines by Alice of all people, saying how the home looks like a "fairytale" and a "dream", which you know is what people say when they mean something is too good to be true, the opposite of nightmare, used to mean something that is so dreadful its hard to believe.

These lines arent in the creel trailor, which is... interesting.

Also I wonder if there is a hint to this when Henry gains his abilities in the first place. Weirdly enough this is symbolized by Henry forcing a clock to go backwards, metaphorically into the past (and I am obligated to mention this, but the parallel to fred):

Where others saw order, I saw a straitjacket. A cruel, oppressive world dictated by made-up rules. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades. Each life a faded, lesser copy of the one before. Wake up, eat, work, sleep, reproduce, and die. Everyone is just waiting. Waiting for it all to be over. All while performing in a silly, terrible play, day after day. I could not do that. I could not close off my mind and join in the madness. I could not pretend. And I realized I didn't have to. I could make my own rules. I could restore balance to a broken world.

Also makes me so curious about the rainbows on the clock during this monologue/scene... a reference to the rainbow room? Makes sense because it seems like the lab kids were killed in a similar fashion to Alice- their jaws weren't broken unlike virginia and the vecna victims. Why?

It's interesting how directly after this scene it cuts to the rabbit being killed- and with the predator/prey theme often represented by animals and a rabbit is definitely a prey animal- and that rabbits body being left for alice, who would later be killed in a similar way.

Why is Henry forecasting Alice's own death to her? For funsies? We see he repeatedly that he used tactics against his parents to hold the mirror up because they've done "terrible things" (still unknown what Virginia's terrible thing is yet). For vecna victims its slightly different, while fred and max fit that bill, patrick and chrissy don't. Their visions were more along the lines of showing them the darkness in their lives that they hide. So it seems to me that vecna shows not just sources of guilt, but the harsh unbridled truth of their lives. So what business did Henry have with Alice?

I'm not saying that there is possibly some weird fucky altered reality/time loss stuff happening in hawkins but. I am.

[inserviceto]

"Harken-"

Her eyes must be playing a cruel joke. Clearly, it must be a trick of the eye-- perhaps even a hallucination on her end no..? Perhaps she's pushed herself to far.

"You.. You disappear for so long.. too long. You left me waiting and waiting and my heart ached every day when nothing came up from you" Some part of her felt sorry for anyone else who had to listen to this, she knew it was about to get ugly.

Isadora frowned as some rage from deep inside bubbled out of control. Her pained tone turn slowly into a mix of rage "How could you- How could you promise me something so cruel that day only to completely abandon me" She missed him so much, yet.. her anger was justified "Could you have not sent me a letter, or even a message saying you were okay- or alive?! Was that so hard for you to do, Harken!?"

Harken had just been returning to the knights' barracks after the special training that had taken place. Although no one had come out of that strange realm with any wounds, the mental fatigue and demoralization of his own personal performance weighed on him like something physical.

He clearly hadn't been doing enough to maintain his skills. He'd need to get up earlier, work harker--

"Harken-"

The familiarity of the voice snaps him out of his thoughts in an instant, reacting as if someone had jabbed him with a hot poker.

He heard familiar voices all the time. Laughter. Fearful screams and broken cries. Wispy words that reminded him of his failures, of what he needed to do in order to make it right -- to begin to make it right. Voices of dead comrades and old masters, but never hers. Though she was one of many he had wrong and failed, she was not dead -- at least as far as he knew.

Blood is rushing in his ears.

But, as he finds his body moving towards the source of the voice without any aware input from himself, Harken finds it difficult to cast back to the last current news out of Pherae. After the slaughter of his fellow knights and kidnapping of Lord Elbert, his entire being -- worthless as it was -- had been bent on tracking down those responsible, and dragging them down to hell with him.

For days he could barely keep track of, that's what filled his cracked core. Eating, sleeping, thoughts of a home he did not belong to and people he was too ashamed to face -- it all fell to the wayside. All that had mattered was recovering Lord Elbert, and if he no longer lived, the only recourse Harken had was the greatest sin.

There is a tightness, a constriction, in his chest. It makes his breaths short and his heart race rabbit-fast.

The only thoughts he'd spared towards Isadora and Pherae, to Lord Eliwood and Lady Eleanora, had been cowardice and shame. How he could not bare to stand before them in such stark failure. Alive. Alive where he should not be. Alive when so many others that deserved to breathe and love and live were dead without even a proper burial!

She looked so painfully real before him. Beautiful and torturous. Her expression shifted from disbelief to grief to anger, a storm of emotion echoed in flesh.

Her words landed like burning lashes from a whip. He would not interrupt, would not take away her right to these feelings and reactions. Their confrontation was not private, however, and though it was slightly more secluded here than out in one of the more high traffic walkways in Garreg Mach, there were still far too many eyes and ears pretending to not observe.

"Isa...Isadora...," Harken breathes out, feeling faintly dizzy as he finally finds his voice. "I am...I'm so..."

What? He was what? What could he possibly say to her? Of all the things he'd inflicted upon those around him, he had done Isadora the worst without ever having laid a hand on her.

"I am sorry--!" he eventually manages, his hands feeling jittery and disconnected from himself as he spoke. He clasped them tightly behind his back, mind blank and racing wildly at the same time. "You deserved much better from me -- better than me, as well. I...I should have returned to Pherae."

Harken falters, wetting his lips with a tongue that feels far too dry.

"If I were a true man of honor and strength, I would have. I would have faced whatever punishments awaited me. I would have...would have released you from this anchored tie I hold you in," he murmurs, trying to keep his voice clear and steady but failing as a hot, tangled knot grows in his throat.

"But I am not such a man. I have never been. I...will never be. When I lost Lord Elbert, when the others were slain...I could not return to Lady Eleanora and Lord Eliwood, not empty handed." Desperation had led him to believe he might be able to rescue Lord Elbert at first. The more he dug up, the less it seemed a possibility; that fragile hope had died quickly.

He cannot meet her eyes for long.

"...I could not inflict false hope on you so, Isadora. Once I...knew that I could not succeed in returning Lord Elbert to Pherae, I marched toward the deaths of those that had taken him as well as my own. I thought it-- it would have been a gentler path for you. I would be presumed killed in action, as with the rest of the elite guard. You would grieve. You would move on. You would be better off."

He'd not planned for returning alive. He couldn't send her word of his survival, only to carry out his attack on the Black Fang and dying in battle.

She rightly thought him cruel for promising marriage upon his return, only to disappear without any sort of clues, but giving her hope where there would be no happy ending was not something he could do to her.

"You are right to be wounded and upset by me. How shall I be punished for the many wrongs I have inflicted upon you, Isadora?"

[my-makeshift-masquerade]

sry i love the idea of survivor bti rebecca so much cuz just imagine for a sec some drabble that starts off similar to a springtrap x reader fic like frighteningly intriguing or smthn but instead of romance its like “the fuck thats my dad” it would be so hilarious

Ohoho. Hoh. Y’all really just like my shit mashed together with other people’s universes huh? This definitely got me thinking though because @glitchysquidd’s notebook pages are quite compelling… After reading what I could of it to get an idea, this is going to be far from hilarious. It is going to be god awful, especially since poor Rebecca in this blurry fnaf timeline is still technically a minor. I hope the original creator of Frighteningly Intriguing does get a kick out of this though. Your stuff is a very fun read and I worked hard to make this even remotely comparable.

No read more because tumblr is glitching my text when I use it. Trigger warnings for autism meltdowns, flashbacks, trauma, and the obvious mentions of death. Let’s go…

It All Comes Back to Haunt You

“Ugh…”

A teenage girl groaned as she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket again. Micheal would not leave her the hell alone. She had spoken with Tim and Samantha already. They seemed more excited about her “past experience” with the animatronics than anything else. Her brother was supposed to take the job, but after a horrible amount of hallucinations he got just entering the building, she volunteered. He was not happy about it, but Henry wouldn’t let him go back until he recovered.

She had one night to actually be able to do something besides sit at home and hope the rest of her loved ones didn’t die horribly. This was her chance to prove herself in a sense. The Afton name followed her even after witness protection tried to erase it from her records. Her classmates knew who her father was. Of course they did. There was a whole fanbase of people who idolized him. Others stuck to throwing cafeteria food at her and telling her she should’ve died by her father’s hand and joined the rest of them.

She couldn’t say she disagreed…

Looking over the note left for her, she wandered around the empty horror attraction, searching for the other employee she was meeting up with. A couple of her peers wanted to trick her into coming to this place on halloween to cause her to have flashbacks. She heard their plans while eating lunch one day. What’s weird is she didn’t feel like she was reliving past trauma at all. The animatronics she just stumbled upon, the old models… Those were her friends… Hell, one of them was her own brother. They saved her life that night…

The teen didn’t flinch when Freddy’s head moved a bit, dead eyes sparking in recognition. Instead she just mumbled awkwardly, “H-hi, Gabe… I uh… hope everyone’s been doing alright… I’ll come see you later, o-okay…?”

“Let us sleep…” A ghostly child’s voice grumbled tiredly.

“S-sorry, guys…”

She didn’t argue, slowly shutting the door and continuing her search, soon overhearing faint conversation. Rebecca felt Micheal blowing up her phone again, and finally looked.

“Is his workshop still there? Henry wants to know if you could snap some pictures of blueprints.”

That was a good question, and she just stumbled upon the answer. Why was it wide open? Maybe her employers found it? Yeah, she’d go with that. The room was like a time capsule, mesmerizing her in an encompassing nostalgia. She remembered playing in this room so much as a little girl… Her father used to sit right here with her on his lap and she’d scribble on his scrap paper—

No. No no no. No diving into the past. Pulling out her phone, she snapped a few pics and tried to leave. The familiar head of a yellow rabbit lying against the wall froze her solid. Maybe she had underestimated the amount of trauma this task would bring back… Oh God… Was that her brother’s picture, and the address written after the bite? Her heart was starting to hurt more than her head…

“Who’s there?!”

A voice made her jump, putting down papers she was sifting through. A slightly beat up figure approached.

“Listen, don’t make me call the police, kid—“

Rebecca handed over the note, noticing the other person squint tiredly.

“You’re the one they hired to shadow me? You’re a little young.”

She nodded, “I-I’m Rebecca. My uh… my brother couldn’t make it…”

“Fine…” Her new coworker didn’t seem too thrilled for some reason, “Come on. I guess you gotta meet Dave.”

“Dave?” Rebecca echoed in bewilderment, “I thought they said we were the only two employees he—“

“Dave’s not an employee. He’s kinda scary. Smells awful. Walking biohazard. Still, he’s pretty cool.”

What the fuck were they talking about? If this “Dave” wasn’t a staff member then— Did they mean an animatronic they named Dave for comedic effect?

Then she saw it. The head peeking from around the distant corner down the hall… The head of the other Spring Bonnie suit. The same one she watched springlock her father when she was six, while she was on the ground with a knife in her body. She froze, feeling her heart drop to her feet.

“W-what the hell is that?!”

“That’s Dave...” Her mysterious coworker shrugged, “No need to actually be scared of him. He’s…relatively harmless…”

Rebecca knew for a fact his name wasn’t Dave. Her dad was just as bad at coming up with fake names to hide his identity as Micheal was. God, if she ever made it home, Henry and Mikey would not be happy to hear William Afton was back. This poor innocent person had no idea who they were dealing with! What should she say? Could she say something?!

Nope… She was in full meltdown mode now, totally mute. The teen felt her mind leave the current moment and rewind back years in the past. Her mother had convinced her she made up her family outside of herself and Micheal… She didn’t even recognize William as her father until he forced her to look at the suit that jogged her memory. He held her and told her he loved her, before a sharp pain pierced her back. She recalled seeing the ghosts of the children and the puppet standing between them… Then the springlocks went off. His screams haunted her as she passed out.

After that… It was a long stay at the hospital, which made her remember the siblings she was told she made up all the more… Loads of therapy later, she was staying with Micheal and Henry trying to repair her life to some form of normalcy without her mother… The best thing her father did was set her free from her mother, but that was besides the point. All the while the traumatic experience became the talk of the world, it seemed. True crime podcasts, news reports, so many fans of the franchise trying to find her and ask her about her experiences…

This was all some spooky story to the rest of the world, and this hooky horror attraction all but proved it. It was all fun and games until your siblings died and your father comforted you as he stabbed you in the back both figuratively and literally. Of course…

When she finally grounded herself, she nearly lost all the air in her lungs as she realized he was now a foot away from her.

“Dave! Personal space! Can’t you see she’s freaked out?!” Her coworker was starting to get concerned.

The animatronic rabbit rolled his eyes, all but confirming to Rebecca this was definitely still her dad. He was the type to scoff at anyone giving him advice in such a situation. His dead eyes almost seemed concerned when he shifted his gaze to her. That terrified her further. The last time he looked concerned for her was when she got stabbed.

“Hey hey…” The other employee spoke slightly softer, “Dude all the color is gone from your face… Here, sit down… Try to breathe… I’m gonna grab you some water…”

WAIT.

NO.

DON’T LEAVE HER ALONE WITH—

Her phone was buzzing like crazy. She didn’t dare take it out. She couldn’t. Trying to breathe, she gasped and choked on air as “Dave” sat down next to her, far too casually. This was painful. Was he trying to give her cardiac arrest?!

He was totally silent, besides the sounds of his joints ticking and popping unnaturally with his movements. It occurred to her with the stench that his body was still in there, making her gag. Her attempts to catch her breath were the loudest sounds for a few moments. It was almost calm… until she felt a hand on her back.

She would have screamed if she had any voice to scream with. Instead, the teen stiffened at the feeling of his hand feeling over her shirt, clearly noticing the slight bump of the scar she had down her back from his own actions. His eyes almost lit up at that, whether in a positive or negative way she had no idea. It seemed he was surprised she didn’t pull away. It was because she couldn’t due to paralyzing terror.

“S-stop pretending already…” She stammered, “I-if you want to finish it… J-just—“

His ears drooped slightly, and he almost sighed…?

What was up with him?! He wouldn’t even say a single word to her after all of what he put her through?! Wait… Could he even talk?

Footsteps made Rebecca relax a bit as her coworker had returned with water. She grabbed their arm to be helped up, and eagerly created space between herself and the figure sitting next to her. She pulled out her phone and with trembling hands found herself not texting her brother or Henry for help. She just left them on read. As much as she wanted to believe her own father was safe, it could seal her doom like it did before. She knew not to underestimate him, but she didn’t want to be a coward…

She was also worried about this other person who had no idea what they were up against. This was no time to fear the results of her actions. This was potentially another life on the line. She typed on the notes app on her phone and showed it to her coworker.

“I can’t talk right now, but please listen to me. Dave isn’t his name. He’s lying.”

“What? How would you know his name? You just got here.” They scoffed, almost playfully, obviously not taking her seriously, “I think you’re still in shock, dude…”

She could feel her father’s eyes on her even without looking up from the screen. As much therapy as she went through and as much as she knew her father did terrible things, she couldn’t help but feel guilty for doing anything to harm him. It was still her father, after all… Is it bad she missed him? After remembering all the things her mother told her were her imagination filling in loneliness from her autism… Was it bad she wanted her whole family back?

She was jolted out of her feelings when Henry tried calling her, but she pressed decline. This happened about three more times with Micheal’s number within the next two minutes.

“Yeesh…” Her new acquaintance commented jokingly, “Family won’t get off your back, huh? I don’t miss being your age, that’s for sure. Nobody thinks you’re capable of anything.”

Finally, a text from Mikey sealed her fate for the night and any future nights.

“That’s it. I’m coming to get you.”

She spat out the water she sipped, confused at why she was upset Micheal was coming to save her… Well… Rebecca still felt like she didn’t deserve to be saved the first time, so… Maybe it was that with her dad still here, she was finally hoping for this nightmare to end how it should have back then? She should’ve died. That was all she ever heard from doctors and police and kids at school… Yet she continued on living… She couldn’t count how many times people who knew who she was related to expected her to “snap” just like her parents.

As much as she loved Micheal and Henry for supporting her, she felt like she dragged them down by not being able to hate her father’s guts like they did. She was so young when it happened. Her mind was so cloudy on whether he actually cared in those moments or not. It was so confusing… Her mother’s gaslighting made it difficult enough without finding out her father was real and a serial killer. Then there was the matter of how just before she was born this whole mess started…

What did she do wrong to make her happy family fall apart before her very eyes…? Should she have been born at all…? Was she the one to blame for all of this? Of course. Who else would it be…? All those kids who died… Her mother being killed while baking her birthday cake because she just had to go see the animatronics she was banned from seeing that day with Mr. Emily… This all wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t been what he was after… It was all her fault. She knew it deep down, too…

“Shit… A-Are you crying…?” The voice of the adult beside her sounded worried, “Was it something I said— DAVE! YOU ARE NOT FUCKING HELPING!”

The rabbit stiffened at being screamed at, but still stood up and approached. Before anyone could stop him, he hugged this seemingly random teenager in a manner uncharacteristic to his entire personality.

“What the hell’s gotten into y—“

Rebecca’s eyes shot open wide, as she began shivering and losing strength in her feet. She was prepared for the pain of the knife…a springlock mechanism… something to impale her and leave her bleeding out on the grimy floors, like just another prop in this haunted house built around her trauma.

…Yet nothing came. No stabbing, no blood coughed out of her mouth... This wasn’t like before. This was…just a hug? A…real one? From him?! She finally looked up at the masked face, silently demanding some sort of answer behind the whirlwind of emotion she was trapped in. He didn’t say a word, looking down at her and daintily moving some hair out of her eyes. His hold on her was careful, but also possessive. He wanted to keep her close to him for as long as he could…

Eventually the third figure pried her out of the rabbit’s steel grip, much to his upset as he stomped his foot to make a loud thud echo down the hallway. Her phone vibrated. Rebecca knew her brother was waiting outside, and would rather not have him break in to see this. She slowly turned to the door, shaken and shocked by what had unfolded. She almost wanted to go back to hug him one last time. No way she would be allowed back once Micheal and Henry found out…

“My rides here… They want me to come home. My brother is gonna come instead. He just needed someone else to cover for one night…”

She showed the phone mainly to the other person, but her father did see what it said and nodded solemnly, much to her surprise.

Springtrap followed them to the doorway as much as he could without being seen, and watched as his more recently met friend sent off the teen, who ended up running straight to a hooded figure. Micheal was taking care of her at least… He could overhear the conversation.

“She had a panic attack or something when she saw one of the animatronics in the attraction.” The employee’s voice sounded confused, but also slightly dismissive, “Probably just a little spook.”

“Thanks for looking out for her.” Micheal replied, “Can I ask which one of them it was?”

“J-just Bonnie.” Rebecca piped up suddenly.

Wait. Did his daughter just cover for him… or was she scared of Micheal’s reaction to finding out he was still here…?

William felt like it was both, but that included the former, and that nearly melted his dead metal heart. God, of course she still cared about him. She was too young to actually have the capacity to hate him for what he’d done to her back then. She was the youngest child he ever attempted killing. This wasn’t supposed to end like this for her… It stung seeing her still impacted by it after all these years. This wasn’t supposed to be her fate.

He wished he had gotten the job done on the night of her sixth birthday, if only to spare her from this haunting her for the rest of her life.

After the pair of siblings left, the only words that came next were:

“Dave, what the flying fuck was that?”

[becauseimanicequeen]

RANDOM THOUGHTS: Two Worlds ep. 3

I’m going into this episode with no expectations other than Phupha being pissed at Khram for pushing him into the water in the previous one.

Oh, shit, they chained him up. And not in a good kind of way.

It must be hard for Thai to just stand by and watch/hear Khram be beaten.

Playing that romantic music when they’re escaping in slow motion and taking a moment to stare at each other made me laugh.

Jao is so fucking fine.

So, it’s been a while. Khram’s wounds are healed.

Something that came to my mind now that we’re shown Khram having flashbacks to his time with Phupha in his own world… We were shown in the previous episode that the Phupha in this world has dreams about being killed in the way that Phupha in the other world was killed. Perhaps they’re linked somehow. And, if so, is it possible that he can dream of other things that happened in the other Phupha’s life? For example, his moments with Khram or to see who killed him, etc.

You and me both, Thai. I also thought Khram would jump in.

Of course his mom would be alive here. Those who are dead in his own world exist here.

Wait, is he going to find his rabbit alive in this world as well?

That scene with Khram and his mom made me emotional. She’s the sweetest and I love her.

I’m guessing this violent person in a mask is an actual person (even though being shot didn’t bother them) and not a hallucination. I mean, this isn’t DFF…

It would be too easy to believe Phupha’s dad is the one who wants him dead, right? Maybe it’s too easy to believe it’s the gang too (I’ve forgotten their name). His dad’s new wife, maybe? If his dad is getting married, or already is, in this world as well.

I would love to see fireflies in real life some day.

Thai is feeling all the feels for Khram and it’s making him panic.

And we’re finally getting a scene with Jao and Wayu.

Oh lord, look at these two idiots (Jao and Wayu). Stop arguing and start kissing for fuck’s sake!

So, Phupha’s dad is getting remarried. Is it the new wife who wants to get rid of Phupha, then?

The way Thai was reminded of when he lost his Khram by watching this Khram’s fear of losing Phupha…

This was another good episode. I can’t wait to see the next one to see if Phupha is okay or not and what Khram and Thai will do next.

[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

1, 4 & 5!

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

Whoever I'm obsessed with at the moment. Right now, it's this asshole guy:

Since the announcement of the X-Men 97 cartoon, it's also been this person:

Morph from TAS was a childhood favorite, and I never thought I would see them again, but now they are continuing/rebooting the series, and Morph is there! Not forgotten or erased from continuity but actually part of the team! Based on the redesign, they will probably be more like their Exiles self, but that's cool, Exiles Morph can do a lot of amazing shape-shifting tricks, so maybe TAS Morph is getting a level-up.

It really changes a lot depending on what I'm into or in the mood for. If I'm on a Star Trek tear, then I'm all about these three:

Basically, I have several in rotation, and every now and then something will re-ignite my interest in one and I'll go down a whole rabbit hole and start posting about them.

4. which cryptyd being do you believe in?

Are ghosts cryptids? Because I'm gonna say ghosts, sort of. I don't really know what happens after you die, but it's not completely unbelievable to me that there's some kind of essence or soul left. And I believe people when they say they've seen weird shit, or had dreams about dead relatives, or what have you. Maybe some people are lying, maybe they had a weird dream or a hallucination, maybe there was a gas leak. Or maybe there are ghosts and some people can see things others can't.

I can't say I actually believe in ghosts, I've never seen any "ghost hunters" show that had any real proof or wasn't largely bullshit. But I can't say I completely disbelieve in them, either.

Maybe aliens, too, but not "buzzing cow pastures on Earth" aliens. Just that there must be some other life out there in the universe.

5. what color are your eyes?

Blue.

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Chapter 6-9 Reunion in a Secret Passage (密徑重逢)

Chapter 6-8

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The secret passage was dimly lit, far more dilapidated than the one we had used to enter the city. Just as Sun Huaijin had said, each turn presented multiple branching paths.

Recalling the panoramic view of Shengning I had seen from the Wushuang Tower, I mentally traced a route out of the city based on my memory, walking forward with uneven steps.

Qin Hun: Princess.

A voice stopped me in my tracks. I thought I was hallucinating, but when I turned around, I truly saw that familiar face.

Princess: Qin... Hun?

Upon inquiring, I learned that Qing Hun had single-handedly fought his way out of prison.

The day he arrived at Jia Ren Fang, Imperial Physician Sun had already been killed. He went to examine the body but was ambushed; there was more than one assassin lying in wait.

If not for Qing Hun's exceptional skills, he might not have escaped that room.

Later, with the city under lockdown, he worried about my safety and tried to enter the palace to find me, but was captured by the Red Robe Army and thrown into prison.

Qin Hun: Qing Hun failed in his duty, please forgive me, Princess.

Covered in dirt and wounds, he was about to kneel, but I rushed over and embraced him before he could.

Qing Hun's eyes widened in shock, his hands stiffly suspended in mid-air, not daring to move.

Qin Hun: Pr... Princess...

Princess: You're really... not dead.

Qin Hun: Yes.

Qin Hun: Without your command, Princess, Qing Hun dares not die.

Princess: But... why are you here?

Qin Hun: Young Master Sun... saved me.

... Sun Huaijin? Why would he do that? Did he hide Qing Hun here, anticipating that I would come looking for him?

In the midst of my confusion, another thought struck me, and I straightened up.

Princess: Chen Qi... do you have any news of him?

Qin Hun: Nancang.

Princess: You mean... he was sent back to Nancang?

Qing Hun nodded.

Qin Hun: Safe, don't worry.

This was perhaps the second piece of good news I had received in days.

Princess: That's good...

After a brief rest, Qing Hun and I continued along the secret passage. We didn't know what awaited us ahead, but neither of us had a way back.

The passage twisted and turned, stretching into endless darkness. For a long time, all I could hear was the hollow sound of dripping water and the footsteps of Qing Hun and me.

Could I really escape? Even now, I wasn't sure. Even if I escaped Shengning, where could I go?

Qin Hun: Princess.

Qing Hun's voice interrupted my thoughts. I came back to my senses and realized we had arrived at a stone door.

Princess: This is...

The stone door was tightly shut. The carvings on it were somewhat blurred and damaged, but one could vaguely make out the image of a giant dragon.

This was the end of the road. We had no other choice but to open the stone door.

Qin Hun: Princess, step back.

Qing Hun stepped forward. His slender fingers gently brushed over the relief carvings on the stone door, then, as if he had found something, he pressed down with four fingers, engaging a mechanism.

With a rumbling sound, the stone door opened.

It was dark beyond the door. Qing Hun took a torch from the wall, lit it, and walked in first.

I followed behind him, walking for a long time in the muddy passage. Time seemed to have lost its meaning here; I couldn't even tell if it was day or night outside.

Qin Hun: It is now, the Hour of the Rabbit (5-7 AM).

As if sensing my thoughts, Qing Hun, who was walking ahead, suddenly spoke.

Princess: How did you...

Qin Hun: When I was young, I trained in the Shadow Guard camp.

Qin Hun: We had to navigate in the darkness, alone.

Princess: Navigate?

Qin Hun: In groups of four, we were thrown into the deep mountains, having to find our way out within a set time.

Qin Hun: There were wild beasts, but no weapons.

Princess: ... How old were you then?

Qin Hun: Seven.

Princess: So young... What if you encountered danger?

Princess: What if... you couldn't get out?

The person walking ahead fell silent for a moment, not turning back.

Qin Hun: Many people... didn't make it out.

I couldn't say anything more. Although I had always heard that the Shadow Guard training was extremely harsh, hearing it from Qing Hun himself was a different experience.

I took two steps forward and grabbed his arm. Qing Hun stopped and looked at me questioningly.

Princess: From now on, I won't leave you alone again.

After saying that, a wave of bitterness welled up in my chest. I shook my head self-deprecatingly.

Princess: I'm all alone now too, what right do I have to say such things...

The next moment, my hand was firmly grasped in return. I was a bit surprised, but the warmth from his palm brought my turbulent heart back to earth.

Qin Hun: Princess, ahead.

I followed Qing Hun's gaze. At some point, a five-or-six-meter-wide, chasm-like fissure had appeared before us.

A suspension bridge hung above the fissure, offering a way across, but the bridge's bottom was only a single, thigh-thick hemp rope.

My hand was held even tighter.

Qin Hun: Hold on tight to me.

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Chapter 6-10

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