#questions for all

[the-horsemen-ride]

 💭 (@greedycatdemon , need to come back to the blog some day...)

Famine: So that’s how we got into this whole shindig — by fate or The Beast or someone else pulling the strings, I don’t know, but the Basement has its ways. And I have my ways of not knowing anything.

Pestilence: Pretty sure it was just a passive-aggressive wake-up call to rope us into playing along with uh, all this.

Famine: You know, it’s always real strange waking up for the first time in years. Time moves weird in… there. It’s not like you’re knocked out, but you’re not awake either.

Pestilence: You’re out of it enough that it won’t bother you. I like the quiet. And not throwing up all the time.

War: It’s not quiet in there.

Pestilence: Maybe your head is just noisy. And I’ll repeat the- uh, not throwing up thing. Makes getting out at first a lot… worse, though.

Famine: Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so hungry.

Death: You say that all the time…

Famine: Because I keep finding new lows.

Death:… but I will say, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you tear into someone like that before.

Famine: Okay, now you’re bullshitting.

Death: What? If that’s the hungriest you’ve been, then that’s the messiest and most brutal you’ve been. You can’t have that both ways.

Famine: It’s embarrassing. And people don’t take kindly to flaying kids into ribbons, even if Isaac’s over it.

Death: Famine, that’s not something you get over.

Famine: He’s not all that scared anymore though.

Death: Just because he's not acting—I'll let you have this. Anyway, as for you, Conquest...?

Conquest: It was peaceful, I think. Well, most of the time. I felt it was... like sleep. Not the same, but a similar sense and... I would say I dreamed, or got close to it.

War: You had it better in that luxury coffin.

Conquest: It's not all that different, you don't have to turn everything into some sort of contest.

War: I'm just saying.

Conquest: It almost hurt, waking up again, but I think if anything I felt powerful. Maybe it was more the joy of freedom, or knowing that I was going to play a part of something worthwhile again. Either way...

[zimshan]

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[officialspec]

modern au but set in brisbane. is this anything

[chloesimaginationthings]

Why did William get FNAF springlocked? Is he stupid?

[buddieinmybeddie]

LGBTQ+ folk what was your gender/sexuality pipeline?

[angelofdumpsterfires]

how i feel about all the changes in s3

[atinystraykid]

“If you have time to be on social media, you also have time for…” “If you have time to watch Netflix, you also have time for…” Yeah, but do I have the energy for it? Do I have the emotional and mental capacity for it? Am I pain-free enough for it? Can I focus on it? Can I do it without leaving my bed? Can I safely do it without risk of (physically or emotionally) injuring myself by pushing past my boundaries?

[is-not-a-bell]

Sleepy King

The Justice League Dark caught wind of a cult trying to summon the Ghost King. A being with power so terrible and great, that all of the chaotic Infinite Realms feared him. A true tyrant. Long ago it took the effort of ghosts equal to gods to seal him away into a permeant slumber.

And now this cult wishes to wake him and bring him to the living realm. It was a race against the clock to find the ritual site and all members were called on board, magic or not. Even Constantine looked stressed.

They did find the site.

But it was too late, the ritual was completed. The entire inner circle of runes glowed before being swallowed in a column of green light. The air filled with static and a ringing that made Supergirl crumble to the ground.

The light dissipated, but there was no great figure or being of pure evil. Instead there was a boy, a teenager. He laid on the ground curled up in his sleep. He was a ghost no doubt, dressed in regal clothing.

Despite this when he stirred, everyone froze. It seemed the cold hard ground woke him up. He got up slowly and yawned, revealing his sharp fangs. Once sat up he opened his bleary eyes to look around. He looked confused and tired, really tired.

"Where am I?" He mumbled. "I was trying to get some sleep." Constantine internally screaming, latches onto that last sentence. He glances over to Batman. He caught that last part too. Batman approaches calmly and crouches down in front of the boy king. Hardening his resolve, Batman takes on a gentle tone.

"Hey kiddo, sorry we woke you. Lets get you back to bed yeah?" The boy nodded in agreement. He pulled himself to his feet before looking around in a circle. "Where did my blanket go?" He asked rather sadly. Batman is quick to shed his own cape and drape it over him. "You can borrow my cape until we get you a new one." He nodded again, pulling the black fabric around himself.

John quickly summoned a portal door, while Batman led the King through it. John threw looks around at everyone. Everyone could tell he was mouthing the words. 'Find me a fucking blanket now'

Running on the logic of getting the king away from Earth, away from graves and the undead, that could give him power. The portal led to the Watch Tower.

Batman took advantage of the King's bleary state to send a base wide alert for all noncritical members to evacuate immediately. With a priority that death adjacent members leave first. "The stars are pretty." Bruce looked at the boy staring out the window in wonder. He almost looked like a normal kid, almost.

"Yeah they are, it's pretty late so we should get you back to bed." He nodded, going along with Batman's gentle coaxing.

He takes the boy to an unused bedroom. Making sure the room isn't dusty and that lights are dimmed. He glances back to see about a dozen different leaguers all holding blankets, one thought to bring extra pillows. The bed was pretty barren with only a single pillow and a thin bedsheet. So Bruce took a thick duvet, one of the fluffier blankets and a second pillow from his team before shooing them away.

The boy ended up keeping his cape, mumbling how it was warm. He tucked the boy in, before quietly exiting the room and turning off the light. He was pretty sure the King fell back to sleep before he even reached the light switch.

After the door shut, he made direct eye contact with John. "Constantine." They needed to figure out what the hell was going on.

[yournewcryptid]

Math is really tiring, im so glad i finally get to relax and do some knitting and crochet and i oh god oh my what the fuck

[shouldbepersephone]

My brother (currently in college shooting for a PhD in maths) sent me this at 2 am and informed me that I should “put it on the tumbler”

Jobius Strip

[the-horsemen-ride]

do any of yall have any favourite games to play?

War : Didn’t we already answer this before?

Conquest: Well, I didn’t.

Death: And that was only really about video games. That’s not all there is.

Famine: Mhm. Again I’m good with any sorta party game. Card games and board games can be real fun but most of our game nights have gotten… heated. I mean I guess half the times were in the same room together get heated, that’s just how it is here! I love these guys but sometimes we do bother each other. My favorite would be… Probably Pictionary or charades. Sorry! and Candyland are also fun enough...and Uno, sometimes.

Pestilence: When you're winning.

Famine: Yeah... but as long as it's something that can get people talking I usually enjoy it.

Death: I'm fond of brain teasers and puzzles. Checkers and chess too. I'm also just fond of anything that requires more brain power, like trivia and strategy based games. Oh, and Clue.

Conquest: Some card games are nice. I like Solitaire.

Pestilence: Just gonna repeat myself and say I like the video games like Animal Crossing and Pokemon. Not too tricky and you can go at your own pace. For uh, other games, too, I think the quieter ones are better. There was this one, uh it's been a while, I don't remember what it's called now.

War: I brought up TF2 before, the multiplayer shit's all good. I also like Worms and Minesweeper. Battleship is also fun. And Uno fucking sucks.

Pestilence: Until you win, then you love it.

Death: Mhm.

Pestilence: What was it called? There was- uh, it was purple with the cat and the starfish and...Shit, with the brain and clay and all that stuff.

War: ...fuck if I know. But yeah, I'm all fine with using... brain power.

War glances at - maybe one could say glares at - Death.

Death: What?

War: You're not special. Brain power. Pfft, get outta here.

Death: Right. Because when I beat you at just about everything it's just luck.

War: I'm not dumb.

Death: No, you're not. You're just a little short sighted. I mean, if you put down any other card but that skip and Famine would've made me draw four. He shrugs with something like a smirk.

War grumbles and looks away.

War: Fuck you.

Pestilence: How about one of the ge-geniuses here use their brain power to tell me what the game I'm thinkin' of is?

...

Death: Ah, I don't know.

War: Shocker.

Death: Either of you?

Conquest: No.

Famine: Beats me.

War: Cranium.

Famine: Ah.

Pestilence: Thank you.

Death is… not unfazed by this.

[apollos-olives]

before october 7th this blog was a meme page btw.

[officialspec]

can i say something. for years i thought the joke of the song short skirt/long jacket by cake was that he wanted a woman who was hung like a horse. like i thought when he says jacket it was a last-second fakeout because he very obviously meant to say cock. and the rest of the things in the song were just her personality and interests. which were secondary to her awesome penis

[chloesimaginationthings]

Man this scene in FNAF 2 movie is gonna be wild-

[insomniphic]

I like to think that it was really hard for Telemachus to consider Odysseus as his father despite all of the years he's been titling him as one. It's easier to trust that someone gone will come back, than to actually believe and envelope the fact that they're here.