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[leon-hoax]

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[chez-cinnamon]

I was thinking about your au and the post about the camping tripe and thought about what if they all went on a road trip?

CHAOS AND EVERYONE IS GOING STIR CRAZY

Wally sally and Julie have gotten into an argument about apple candies. Eddie is trying to calm down Frank who is close to having a meltdown. Poppy is trying to defuse the argument but is failing. Howdy is close to losing it and Fionn is driving and trying to get everyone to shut the fuck up.

Sally:GIVE ME THE CANDY WALLY IM HUNGRY DAMN IT!

Wally:THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR NEEDING TO EAT!

Julie:JUST SHARE THE THE DAMN CANDY WALLY!

Fionn:IF YOU ALL DONT SHUT THE FUCK UP NOW IM TURNING TO CARE AROUND!

(Love your au btw it has me in a chokehold rn lol)

AVFBGFGNHNH YOU'RE SO RIGHT THO- Poor Fionn having to survive a trip with 8 rowdy puppets in the back ToT

Even the one thing that can calm them down - playing CDs and cassettes they've never heard of - won't work at times bgnhngh

He'd be shouting at them the whole time but he will stop the car to let Frank calm down while they're not moving (he may be a grump but he won't let Frank suffer)

When he's really had enough he just yells "EVERYONE IN YOUR INK POTS NOW!!!" and everyone begrudgingly gets into them, sulking until Fionn says they can come out

[armoyse]

~ Pandemonium ~

format A4, encre, avril 2023

Pavée de bonnes intentions, la spirale infernale nous attire vers le palais de l'Ego. De nombreux esprits succombèrent à l'adoration de l'égocentrisme et de l'individualisme exacerbés. Prisonniers de cette geôle mentale, ils avancent, sourds aux appels de l'extérieur. Dessin fait suite au thème du WAT 2023 qui était très inspirant.

[pretzel-box]

OU OU OU OHHHH Can you PLEASEEE do a mini fic of Sebastian meeting an expendable who has crazy body mods to make them look more alien?? Like tattooed eyes split tongues teeth with extensions n stuff?? I wonder how he’d feel about someone making themselves look like that when he was forced to look the way he is?? Idk if that makes sense but I had a eureka moment and I LOVEEEE your fics 😩plsplsplsplslpslsl 🙏🏻🙏🏻

words: 1,2k

tags: gn!reader, clear mentions of body mods

Sebastian was rarely scared of anything. At this point, the man had faced horrors beyond human understanding, staring down death itself with nothing more than a resting bitch face. He’d shrugged off wall dwellers that plummeted into his shop from the dark ceilings above, and barely blinked when Pandemonium rushed by, a force of chaos that would unnerve anyone else.

So, imagine his face when he first met you—standing face to face with a human who looked so… inhuman.

When you first entered his shop, he assumed you were another twisted experiment, something that had escaped the grasp of Hadal Blackside’s prison when the lockdown started. The split tongue, the intricate tattoos inked right into the whites of your eyes, the piercings that glittered along the edges of your lips and brows—it all spoke of something otherworldly, something that didn’t belong to the realm of normal human experience.

But then, he noticed the neat little uniform clinging to your body, its fabric still crisp, untouched by the filth and blood that coated most of the facility. The sight of it made a light flicker on in his head. You were human—if the term could still apply—sent down from above, likely a new expandable among this mess, just like countless others before you.

His face scrunched up in irritation and a bit of disgust, his lip curling as he scanned you from head to toe. It wasn’t fear—no, Sebastian was far beyond that—it was the jarring discomfort of trying to process something so out of the ordinary, something that made even him pause for a second.

“What the hell…” he muttered, his voice low, almost as if he was talking to himself. His eyes narrowed, scrutinizing the sharp lines of your tattoos, the way the ink made your gaze unsettlingly intense. He could feel the irritation creeping up the back of his neck, the way it always did when something disrupted the order of things in his world. Sebastian spend the last few years hating Urbanshade and himself, cruising his newfound appearance and coming slowly yet painfully to terms with it that he can't be human anymore. So it was even more a hit in the face to see someone who was perfectly human turn themself into what— an alien?

You, with your inked eyes and split tongue, were an affront to the normalcy he clung to in this otherwise chaotic place. Even in the madness of the Blackside, where monsters roamed freely and reality was different, your appearance was a challenge to his sense of what should and shouldn’t be.

Yet, even as he bristled with discomfort, there was a begrudging respect beneath it all. It took guts to modify yourself to that extent, to carry the weight of those changes with such confidence. It was the kind of defiance that reminded him, in some strange way, of himself. A refusal to be anything but exactly what you were, no matter how unsettling it might be to others.

After a moment of tense silence, he let out a breath, forcing his expression to soften, if only slightly. “Alright, you got my attention,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “What do you need?”

You didn’t flinch under his gaze, didn’t hesitate as you stepped closer, as if daring him to say something more. Your eyes, those unsettling orbs of black and white, met his with a calmness that caught him off guard.

“I need supplies,” you said, your voice smooth, unbothered by his scrutiny. To be fair, you were already used to people behaving like that, treating you weirdly for your special behavior. Your split tongue flickered as you spoke, and for a brief second, his mind flashed with curiosity—how it must feel to talk like that, to move in a body so distinctly altered.

“Supplies, huh?” he echoed, almost as if testing the word in his mouth, seeing if it tasted any different when spoken to someone like you. He tilted his head, the initial discomfort giving way to a strange sort of intrigue. “You got anything to trade?”

You nodded, reaching into your bag, and pulling out a handful of items— usb scraps, files, a few salvaged goods that had seen better days but were still usable. He eyed the offerings, the gears in his mind beginning to turn. A potential customer, no matter how off-putting, was still a customer.

“Fine,” he said, the last traces of his initial irritation melting away as he slithered forward to inspect your trade. “But don’t think I’m giving you any special treatment just ‘cause you look like you crawled out of someone’s worst nightmare.”

You smirked, the corners of your lips pulling up to reveal the silver glint of piercings on your tongue. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, and there was a spark of mutual understanding in your tone as you sassed back—an acknowledgment of the strangeness of this place, and of each other.

As he began to rummage through his wares, the discomfort that had initially gripped him faded, replaced by a begrudging respect. You were different, sure, but in this hellhole, maybe different was exactly what was needed.

Sebastian was in the middle of inspecting the tech scraps you had offered, his sharp eyes scanning each piece with practiced efficiency. You stood across from him, arms crossed, waiting for his judgment, your split tongue occasionally flicking out as you shifted your weight.

Just as Sebastian was about to name his price, the vent to the shop creaked open, and another customer cautiously stepped inside. The newcomer was a wiry, nervous-looking man, his eyes darting around the room as if expecting something to jump out at him at any moment. He spotted Sebastian first, relief briefly washing over his features.

But then, his gaze shifted to you.

The moment his eyes locked onto your inked ones, his face paled. His jaw went slack as he took in the tattoos, the piercings, and finally, the slow flicker of your split tongue.

Sebastian noticed the man’s reaction and rolled his eyes, barely suppressing a smirk. “You need something?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the customer who looked like he’d seen a ghost.

The man opened his mouth, but no words came out. Instead, his eyes widened even further, and without warning, he bolted toward the nearest vent in the wall.

“Hey, wait!” Sebastian called after him, but it was too late. The man had already pried open the vent cover and was scrambling inside like a terrified rat fleeing a sinking ship.

You watched, bemused, as the man’s legs disappeared into the vent, the cover clattering shut behind him. A few moments of silence passed before you turned back to Sebastian, an amused smirk playing on your lips.

“Well, that was rude,” you said, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

Sebastian finally let out the laugh he’d been holding back, shaking his head in disbelief. “Can’t say I blame him,” he chuckled, glancing at you with a twinkle of amusement in his eye. “You do have a habit of making strong first impressions.”

You shrugged, unbothered by the man’s reaction. “Guess he couldn’t handle a little personality,” you replied, your smirk widening.

Sebastian grinned back, clearly enjoying the moment. “His loss,” he said, returning to your trade with a newfound lightness. “Now, where were we?”

[livwritesstuff]

‘tis my birthday today (it’s gotta be one of the worst birthdays to have, we don’t need to talk about it) anyways that’s where this is coming from

(also i’m not trying to imply that jan 1 is eddie’s bday. i wouldn’t wish that on anybody. besides, he is def a weirdo february aquarius)

The second half of the calendar year is nothing short of pandemonium for Eddie and Steve and their three daughters.

Moe’s birthday in late July kicks it off, almost immediately followed by Steve’s birthday in early August, then Hazel’s in September. Robbie’s birthday comes mere days after Halloween, and from there they dive headfirst into the bedlam of the holiday season.

Much to Eddie's relief, they all made it to yet another New Year's Day, and while the girls are definitely feeling the end-of-winter-break blues, Eddie welcomes the reprieve in festivities, brief as it may be.

His own birthday is up next – though not for another month.

He’s really not a birthday kind of guy. Never had been.

He loves making birthdays exciting for Steve and their daughters (they have a whole slew of traditions and everything – there’s names spelled out in pancakes involved; it's a very big deal), but his own…not so much.

It managed to fly under the radar for the past few years, but since this year is the big Five-Oh, he knows Steve won’t let him get away with that again.

Eddie has a complicated relationship with his birthday. When he was younger and the weight of Birthday Importance was at its peak, he never really celebrated the way other kids got to, and now, as an adult, he doesn’t know how to feel the things you’re supposed to feel about your birthday. 

Steve does a good job, despite Eddie’s weirdness. 

His favorite, Eddie thinks, was the year Moe was born, when Steve had managed to catch him off guard by renting a tiny cottage up in Maine for a few days.

“Moe or no Moe,” Steve had asked, “I’ve got Rob and Nance on standby.”

(They’d taken Moe. She saw snow for the first time. It was amazing, and people who don't want to involve their kids in stuff are a bunch of fucking weirdos).

Steve gives him a letter every year – handwritten on notebook paper and folded into whatever cheesy card he picks out.

Eddie keeps most of the letters in a fireproof lockbox along with all their passports and social security cards and birth certificates (look – Eddie doesn’t fuck around with priceless shit), but he keeps the most recent one – the one Steve gave him for his forty-ninth birthday nearly a year ago – in the top drawer of his bedside table.

He has it pretty much memorized at this point.

It says:

Ed! (with an exclamation point and everything – god, does Eddie love him)

49.

Holy shit we’re getting old.

Writing this is making me think about all the ones from the beginning, when I’d write about our future together even though we didn’t have a damn clue what we were working towards for a while.

I think we’re in it, man. Crazy, right?

(The ink color suddenly switches from blue to purple)

Sorry for the color change. Hazy decided she needed a blue pen immediately. Hope your vision hasn’t gone totally to shit and you can still read the purple.

Anyways, since I have you hostage reading this, I’m gonna take the opportunity to discuss you, because you don’t let me in real life most of the time.

You are gorgeous. Best looking face I’ve ever seen. I wonder how much time I’ve lost off my day just staring at you (actually, not a loss. I take that back)

You suck at puzzles – I know that sounds bad, but it’s great for me. I need that to rub off on Moe because she’s getting pretty good and that’s gonna be a problem for me.

You make me laugh so fucking hard every day. I’m praying the girls get your sense of “elevated” humor or whatever you like to call it

You’re so fucking smart, Eddie. I count myself lucky for it endlessly

You are completely 100% you all the time. I’m still working on that I think but I’m getting there because of you. I’m glad all that shit we went through didn’t take that away from you.

the BEST dad. Can’t believe I didn’t say that sooner. Not to brag but our kids are turning out pretty awesome (can’t go around saying that too much though it’ll go right to their heads and then any power we have left goes out the window)

You’re probably the best person I’ve ever known. Don’t think I’ll be forgetting what a catch you are any time soon, because I won't.

Thank you for loving me even all these years later. My life is better every day that I’m with you.

We’ll keep things quiet this year. Don’t get used to it though. Next year’s gonna be a rager.

Love you always!

- Steve :) ♡ ☆

[redsummermoon]

Wild Side

Charlie Dalton x reader CW: female reader, quiet reader, use of Y/N, classic pig prank, and Mr. Nolan [1.4k words] first published thing on tumblr.. I’m nervous

Y/N arrived at Welton as one of the few girls in the entire school, a result of its recent decision to go co-ed. She quickly learned that, as one of the first females, she was both an outsider and an anomaly. Sharp-witted and observant, Y/N realized that to gain the respect of the boys and teachers, she had to be more than just smart—she needed to be quiet, watchful, and strategic. She kept to herself, sitting in the back of classrooms and taking meticulous notes. Y/N spoke only when necessary, blending into the wood-paneled walls of Welton’s corridors like a fly on the wall.

But while she played the part of the diligent, invisible student, inside she felt like she was suffocating. The school’s rigid rules, the condescending looks from some of the boys, and the constant pressure to perform weighed heavily on her. And yet, through it all, she noticed one boy who carried himself differently. And that was Charlie Dalton.

Charlie was everything Y/N wasn’t: loud, rebellious, and carefree. She had heard whispers about him and his friends, their love for breaking rules, and their knack for mischief. Yet, she had never interacted with any of them. Charlie was always surrounded by his friends, laughing, joking, and getting into trouble. He was everything Y/N wasn’t allowed to be, and for that, she envied him.

Even so, Y/N chose to remain in the shadows, keeping her head down and making no friends. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t planning something.

It was lunchtime in the cafeteria, and the Dead Poets were seated at their usual table, enjoying their meal.

“This place has gotten a little boring, don’t you think, fellas?” Charlie said, pushing his lunch around on his tray.

“Dalton, I swear if you get us in trouble again, I’m going to kill you,” Neil replied, though his tone was light-hearted.

Charlie grinned mischievously, his eyes scanning the room as if he were already planning his next scheme. “Relax, Perry. I’m just saying this place could use a little excitement.”

At that moment, the cafeteria erupted into chaos. A loud squeal echoed through the room, and all heads turned to see a pig trotting through the center of the cafeteria. The pig had the number “1” painted on its back in bold black ink. The students burst into laughter, and even the most uptight teachers looked momentarily baffled.

“Is that…” Knox started, but was cut off by another squeal.

“Charlie, what did you do?” Meeks cried.

A second pig appeared, this one with the number “2” on its back, followed by a third pig, marked with the number “4.” The pigs darted between tables, students jumping out of their way, and soon the entire cafeteria was in pandemonium. The teachers, led by Headmaster Nolan, were frantically trying to catch the pigs while also searching for the missing pig number “3.”

“This is amazing,” Charlie muttered, his grin widening. “Where’s the third pig?”

“Where’s number three?” a student shouted, his voice tinged with glee. The question spread like wildfire. Everyone started speculating about the missing pig. Was it still on the loose? How had it escaped?

Charlie’s grin slowly faded in awe. “I don’t think there is a third pig.”

The teachers were losing their minds, and Headmaster Nolan himself was stomping through the hallways, barking orders and demanding answers.

But Y/N was laughing. Not just smiling, not just chuckling, but truly, laughing. It was the first time she had felt joy since arriving at Welton. She laughed so hard that tears came to her eyes, and she had to sit down to keep herself from falling over.

She was practically in stitches, and for the first time, Charlie noticed just how beautiful she was when she wasn’t trying to blend into the background.

“Hey, I’ll be right back,” Charlie said to the group, getting up from his seat before anyone could stop him. He crossed the room with his usual swagger, dodging a teacher who was trying to corner one of the pigs, and made his way over to Y/N’s table.

Y/N wiped away a tear from her eye as Charlie slid into the seat across from her. She looked up, still smiling, but with a hint of confusion as Charlie sat down.

“What’s so funny?” Charlie asked, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

Y/N’s smile grew wider as she leaned in a little closer, lowering her voice. “Can you keep a secret?” She whispered as Charlie leaned in impossibly closer, nodding. “This is my prank.”

Charlie’s eyes widened in surprise, but his grin didn’t falter. “You’re kidding.”

“Not at all,” Y/N replied, a hint of pride in her voice. “I thought it’d be fun to throw the teachers off. There’s no third pig. They’ll be looking for it all day.”

Charlie let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. “That’s genius.”

“I’m glad someone appreciates it,” Y/N said, her tone teasing, though she was genuinely pleased by his reaction.

“Are you kidding? This is the best prank I’ve seen all year. You’ve got Nolan running around like a headless chicken.” Charlie leaned back in his chair, studying her with renewed interest. “So, how does someone like you, no offense, pull off something like this?”

Y/N shrugged, still grinning. “Well, for starters, I grew up on a farm. My brother graduated from Welton a few years ago and hated it just as much as I do. He helped me get the pigs here as a parting gift for this place.”

Charlie couldn’t help but laugh. “I think I’m in love.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the warmth that spread across her cheeks. “Please, you don’t even know me.”

“I know enough,” Charlie said, his tone suddenly more serious, though the playful glint in his eyes remained. “You’re the first person here who’s managed to pull off a prank like this without getting caught. That’s something.”

“Thanks,” Y/N said, surprised by how much she enjoyed talking to Charlie. He was different from the other boys at Welton. He was bold, confident, and a little reckless, but in a way that made her feel like maybe this place wasn’t so bad after all.

“If you ever need a group to hang out with, we’ve got a club where we meet up, read poetry, talk about life, and basically just try to remember that there’s more to the world than this school.”

Y/N’s interest was piqued. “Sounds intriguing.”

“It is,” Charlie said, his eyes locking onto hers. “And we could use someone like you. Someone who knows how to shake things up.”

Y/N felt a warmth in her chest at his words. For the first time since she’d arrived at Welton, she felt like she might actually belong somewhere. “Maybe I’ll check it out,” she said, trying to sound casual, though her heart was racing.

Charlie grinned. “Good. I’d like to take you out some night as well.”

“And how would you manage to sneak both of us out Dalton?” Y/N asked.

“I have my ways, beautiful,” Charlie winks. 

Before Y/N could respond, one of the teachers finally managed to catch the first pig, eliciting a cheer from the students. But the excitement was short-lived as the search for the elusive third pig continued.

“Well, it looks like your prank is going to keep them busy for a while,” Charlie said, standing up. “Nice work, L/N.”

Y/N smiled up at him. “Thanks, Dalton.”

As Charlie walked back to his table, Y/N watched him go, a smile still lingering on her lips. For the first time since arriving at Welton, she felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, this place wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Back at the Dead Poets’ table, the boys were still talking about the pigs. Charlie slid back into his seat, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“What are you so happy about?” Knox asked, glancing at Charlie suspiciously.

“Oh, nothing,” Charlie said, his eyes flicking back to where Y/N was sitting. “Just met someone who might be even crazier than me.”

“You mean to tell us these pigs have nothing to do with you?” asked Neil.

“Nope,” Charlie replied, popping the “p” as he tilted his head in Y/N’s direction.

Neil raised an eyebrow. “L/N? The quiet girl?”

Charlie nodded, still grinning. “Turns out she’s got a wild side.”

[instruth]

ORIGIN OF THE GREAT MATADOR

I am in Madrid ... sipping coffee by the sidewalk ... sniffing an aromatic scent ... Hmm ... a conducive place to scribe a romantic letter to my wife ... I whip out my treasured pen ... today I dress colorfully. ... LO and BEHOLD! What's the commotion? A big bull on the loose ... is this the great Bull Run? Pandemonium everywhere ... people scramble ... tables tumble ... I am affixed ... Before I can get up and join in the battle fray, a horn pierces my side and I bleed ... oh what a terrible fall ... I feel a punch to the face ... dizzy, I can barely see ... the pen from my hand flings high into the air ... but my eyes are on the growling bull right before me ... with steam of smoke puffing from its nostrils ... the big bad bull moves further back ... digs into the ground ... charges for the kill ... I do the only thing I can ... I pray ... "Deliver me, O Lord" ... I look up and see my pen falling like a mighty sword from heaven ... piercing the bull on its head ... spilling inks blinding its eyes ... displaying a print clearly on its face ... a writing on the wall:

you live by the horn

the amount you thus measure

now weighs upon you

© Johnny J P Lee

14 January 2025

HAIBUN: short story + haiku 5-7-5

Photo Credit: J. P. Lee, charging bull (photographer unknown)

[waltwhitmansbeard]

chapter one

When Grog has been rescued from the screaming winds of Pandemonium, when their spell components have been retrieved from a hoarder’s cave, when what remains of Vox Machina has returned to Exandria, exhausted and relieved, Keyleth goes home alone. She steps through the large tree on the edge of town, and as the breeze tosses her hair, short and caked with dust, she sees Zephrah, and for the first time, the colors are dull, muted. She blinks a few times, sure that there are remnants of Pandemonium in her eyes, but no, her vision is clear. She walks into town, passes by the homes and shops and rolling hillsides she knows like the back of her own hand, and somehow, it is different now, even though nothing has changed. 

She’s noticed rather quickly, which isn’t a surprise, given the fact that she looks like shit and is also wearing her antlered circlet. She imagines she stands out, even in Zephrah. Word echoes through town like birdsong, so by the time she reaches the headmaster’s quarters, her father is outside waiting. He scrambles down the steps, pulls her into a hug she can’t remember how to fall into. “Keyleth.” Her name is a sigh, and it’s only now that she remembers asking Eskil to send him a message that, in retrospect, was probably more than a little harrowing. “You’re alright.”

Is she? She must be, because he’s extending her away from him, examining her at arm’s length. His eyes remind her of the beholder in Yug’voril, like at any moment, his scrutiny will freeze her or petrify her or disintig—

“What happened? In the Shadowfell? We got word that Vasselheim was under attack—were you there?”

So many questions, all of them written across his face in such thick ink she cannot hope to read them. She doesn’t know where to begin. She doesn’t know how to say these things out loud.

“Why don’t we go inside?” There’s some member of the Tempest Blades just over Korrin’s shoulder now, a half-elf with eyes so kind they feel like knives twisting between Keyleth’s ribs. “This feels like an inside conversation.”

Keyleth looks around, and it seems half of Zephrah has gathered to watch whatever spectacle her homecoming has become. It should probably be grander than this; she’s a god-killer, after all. 

She’s ushered inside, her father’s arm around her shoulders. As they pass through the archway made of cherry blossom branches, there is movement in the corner of Keyleth’s eye. She turns to look, but then she’s indoors, and being swept into a small sitting room. A tall glass of water is pressed into her hands as someone drapes a blanket over her shoulders, even though she isn’t cold. In here, though away from the prying eyes of her neighbors, she still feels very much on display, like she’s moments from stepping out onto a stage and she hasn’t learned any of her lines.

“Leave us, please.” She looks up to see her father urging the others from the room. They exit obediently, and he closes the door. He dithers for a moment, unsure if he should sit next to or across from her, and eventually he settles on the latter. “You look like hell,” he says bluntly, and despite herself, Keyleth snorts out a humorless laugh. 

“Yeah. Well. I’ve been there. It wasn’t as bad as this.”

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[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

The Maze Runner Masterlist

Original Works

Gally

Sweet Pandemonium Series

Promise Me

Promise Kept

NSFW Alphabet

Under The Gun (2.3k words)

To Plant A Seed (2k words)

Requests

Gally

His Hoodie

You Are My Sunshine

Nightmares

Thigh Riding *NSFW Warning*

Catawampus

Game Over *NSFW Warning*

Tearing Me Apart (Gally & Newt) *TW*

Newt

Abolish The Page

Lighthouse *NSFW Warning*

Choices We Make

Thomas

Tattoos (Soulmate AU)

Leftover Ink (Part 2 of Tattoos)

Leftover Ink (Part 3) *NSFW Warning*

Stalemate

Miscellaneous

Crank!Reader *TW*

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[fandomsoda]

Yk I just realized that as of the new update, Cult of Creation has the potential to wind up being like complete pandemonium.

more so than you would usually expect I mean, with the new stuff in Sins of the Flesh it has the potential to be

ten times more of a wreck

luckily I’ve written Ink to be more responsible than in canon, but still

[cimoris]

Unused WIP for Black Hole: Dark Void (part 1)

“When something is too good to be true,” Moon repeats out loud, “then it is not true at all? ”

Eclipse watches as a storm of emotions blow away Moon’s LED eyes; confusion, concern and intrigued. Soon, those red eyes (anger swept away by the guilt and warmth) locked with his glowing blue. Moon points at the little piece of paper in his hand, then back at Eclipse, then returns to the paper. 

“The question was: what is your life motto. It is supposed to be a motivational quote or something. Not something so… depressing. ” 

Eclipse’s eyes sparkles in dark glee, “So? I am diagnosed with depression.” A pause. “Professionally diagnosed with depression.”

Moon huffs and rolls his eyes. He drops the wrinkled slip of paper to the increasing pile in the jar. It is half-filled with other wrinkled paper with words in Moon’s cursive writings. Next to it is an identical jar filled with a pile of neatly folded paper slips. Also half-filled with tiny white pieces holding menial questions to be asked. 

Eclipse reaches to one of the folded paper and carefully opens the white object. He focuses his optical lenses on the inked paper. His eyes dull and his shoulder droops. A small scoff escaped his voice box as he read out loud the content of the small paper with the flattest tone possible.

“What is your favorite song?”

“Numb Little Bug.”

With a huff, Eclipse crumples the paper in his hand and throws it into the jar of wrinkled paper. It spins around its edge before dropping on top of the pile.

“Are you sure you’re not the depressed one?”

Eclipse is familiar with the song. Written by an American singer, Em Beihold, as a way for her to express the numbness she feels after taking psychiatric medication. The musicality of the song captures the listener’s interest. The words relate to far too many people than the writer would like to.

“I had never been professionally diagnosed with depression, thus I am not depressed.”

Eclipse rolls his glowing eyes again, tired of Moon’s absurd logic. His brother acts dumb when it is convenient and smart only in necessity. The type of person to create a cure for cancer just to mess with the government. Or maybe the type to learn magic just to mess with the world.

(Eclipse will always regret ever introducing Moon to Golden Freddy. They are a match that was never meant to be made. Partners in crime that the world should fear and tremble at. Chaotic overlords who planted harmless seeds of pandemonium for gigs and giggles.

At this point, world destruction is mercy in the face of their ‘pranks.’)

“Shut up. Pick up another one.”

As Moon chose his slip of paper, loud sounds of grinding gears and turning fans resonated throughout the daycare. The two brothers turn their heads to the seas of rainbow plastics and expectant for their dimensional regulars to appear out of thin air. 

Except, there is only one.

Silver plates glint under the white LED, red lights glowing in the abyssal void, and yellow stars glow on silky navy clothes. Golden bells attached to red ribbons jingles along with the oe at the end of the night cap as ‘Moon’ recovers his bearings. 

No yellow rays emerge from the seas of rainbows after the lunar attendant rises. No solar animatronic rises after the moon does. No ‘Sun’ follows after ‘Moon.’

Eclipse turns his attention back to his brother’s counterpart, hoping to find the answers in them. Disappointingly, only cold fury staring back at him. The fury sends tremors through his frames as uninvited memories invade his mind.

(“Get out.”

“What?”

“GET OUT!”

“No! You had to listen! This thing has Sun’s-”

“I DON’T CARE! GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”

Red eyes blazed in anger and it burned Eclipse as a whole being. Yet, Eclipse persisted, determined to fight back.

At least, until the wrench hit his face.)

“Eclipse?” 

Cold hands rests against his overheating frames, waking him from the delusion of the past. His neck snaps to the origins of the cold to find the same pair of eyes that burned him. No. The pair of eyes that once burned him. 

Moon’s hand is tight around his shoulder, tight as a proof of realism and loose as a proof of comfort. Red glows dims under Eclipse’s glows and glooms of concern snuff out the illusion of Eclipse’s memories. Yet, it still flares when they meet their counterpart. 

Whilst gasping for figurative air, Eclipse follows the red eyes line of sight. He is met with a sea of colors. No glint of silver in sight.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

Notebook #15! The binding on this is absolutely trash, and nearly all the pages are falling out. Still, it holds ink very well. Scans of select doodles/journal entries below.

A brief summary of my trip to Oakland and San Francisco for a Halloween bar crawl. It was not a very long bar crawl, but I did feel like crawling at the end of it.

Left: I'm a huge AJR fan! Every album release I start crying. Lyrics are, "I wish I was me, whoever that is / I could just be, and not give a shit / Hey I'll be whatever, makes you a fan / 'Cause I don't know who the hell I am / ONE! TWO! PANDEMONIUM!"

Right: Maplestory had a Hyper Tera Burning Event or something like that. I started playing in the middle of my first semester in grad school. No one was happy about this.

Left: Observations from when I visited the Bellagio Gallery of Fine Arts, and some Bruce & Yoichi doodles.

Right: Me being so so so normal about treating Prime Torino as a dress-up doll. He'd look so good in long skirts. I know this in my heart.

Left: There was a month when I really got into Sandman! Not the Netflix show, though the fanfic certainly bases all the dreamling fic off that... I thought the early comic version of Dream was hilariously pathetic and weird. Huge pity that the hair and robes don't translate to real life.

Right: Stardew Valley came out with the update, and I fell right back into my habit of marathoning SDV into the wee hours of night. That's Lark. He's an older Farmer who's surprisingly hardy for having been an IT guy for a decade and some change.

Left: The first rough draft for All for One's "Abbey" PMV. As you can probably tell, camera shots are not my strong suit, and the sequence went a little off the rails at the end.

Right: I don't know what to tell you guys. I dipped my toe in the FFXV AO3 archive and then I found The Promdyn (TYL!Prompto x Redeemed!Ardyn) fic of all time, and now they haunt me. Everyone else is posting "Bad Touch Chancellor Izunia" and I'm here contemplating Ardyn's whimpers.mp4.

[lordofthestrix]

My grief wasn’t deep or poetic. It was sinister in its simplicity

"At its simplest expression, grief is a lament over the dead." A sharp graveness poisoned his voice as it was often the case when Aurora's reminiscences visited the chapters inked in her suffering. "Who were you mourning, sister?" Not father, I presume. The others? I suppose you could have. I suppose I did as well to some extent. There were some flavoursome portrayals in the play of our human lives. Friendly chats. Heated rivalries. The recollection of a particularly honorable guard. Shards of memory paying homage to the long departed by the time our true past became clear. And yet, without rejection or disdain, how replaceable I finally understood their roles to be once I began becoming once again. There could have been different voices. Different friends. Different adversaries. For all variations, I would have been the same at my core. The one exception, the other half of me I could never be without, still shared the confusión of that revelation at my side. And I am not of the belief that her regard or pain over those those occupying supporting roles was greater than mine." The third option, the only one that mattered, arrived after a pensive instant of silent regard. "Yourself then? Was that who the requiems of your suffering called for?" It was veiled in silence that he approached her. Veiled in silence that he took her hand in his, as if the union itself was a caress basking in the most scorching intimacy. "You must know that the most diabolical torments, the most excruciating pandemoniums I consider and imagine for Elijah the day old debts are repaid carry and have always carried your signature as their inspiring muse. You must know that I won't permit the world to deny your lips a thousand ravaging melodies of laughter for every second of pain you experienced. But of far more significance than either of those, there is something else you must know." He reached for her chin in gentle, firm emphasis. "That lady I talked to you about? My irreplaceable other half? She stands in front of me still. Profound as her hardships were. Sinister as her anguish was. Complex as the repercussions still may be sometimes... She remains her. You. Despite everything, you are still you." Tristan promised in loving candor as his hand visited her cheek. "Exceedingly understandable at the time. But one shouldn't grieve for the living. And there is no mortal or inmortal soul more alive than you, my darling."

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