#sadlands

[homelanderpilled]

he looks so sad here i can’t do this please he’s such a poor guy

[starrook]

"You are here as well? That can't be right." Poe furrows her brow when she sees Alcryst here—not out of displeasure to see him, but out of the implication behind it. He had been eliminated? No, that would be beneath him. But it didn't seem that anyone here was here by choice, either, nor would she expect him to have chosen to be here either.

"...Well, it is not an issue I can't fix." After a moment, her face relaxes, and tentatively she reaches out a hand. "I think I about know where the center island is in relation to here, so with a little effort, I'm quite sure I can avoid dropping you in the ocean. You may want to close your eyes, though—I have heard some are made a little sick by movement-based magics."

"If anything, you're the one that shouldn't be here," Alcryst replies fondly. So Poe was also eliminated, huh... Yunaka was right, their team was very unlucky this week. "I was lucky to make it past the first week, to be honest. And the second week was pretty hairy..."

...Wait, what? "You mean, warp me back to the island? Is that allowed...?" He knows of one person that had been picked up by their hosts to be brought back into the competition, but what Poe's proposing definitely goes against their rules.

It's tempting. Alcryst would love to do what he can for his team. But... "Thanks Poe, but..." he shakes his head. "I think Etie and the others will do just fine without me."

(And, well. This place seems downright peaceful in comparison...)

"Why don't you go?" Alcryst asks curiously. "I can only imagine how chaotic central island is now... at least you would be able to get everyone in line."

[laslow]

“ Guess I owe you an apology. We tried as hard as we could but still ended up here, huh? ”  Lapis tries to keep things light, but she knows that at the end of the day, it was still a matter of fact that the two of them had been eliminated together. She'd been counting on him to support her, it's true, but he was counting on her just as much, wasn't she?

And yet still, here they are, separated from the few remaining Snakes left.  “ I wanted us to win, but... we still got some points for our buddies, and I had a crazy but fun time working with you. Let's do it again sometime! Er... with less sneaking around, OK? ”

It didn't seem like either of their fortes after all.

Lapis, apologizing to him? That should be his line--he let her take all the risks while he hardly did anything!

"While I accept, you have nothing to apologize for, Lapis. You were amazing in those old ruins! I'm the one that owes you an apology. I hardly did anything beyond sneaking past a wolf or two." One corner of his mouth tilts up. "By the by, thank you for all your hard work."

He understands where she's coming from, though. All that effort amounting to nothing stings. It's normal, to place that blame on yourself. "Heh, I was sure we'd emerge on top! At least we left everyone with something to remember us by."

Now he smiles in earnest. "The pleasure was all mine, my darling! I'm fairly light on my feet, just not for sneaking. I'd love to spar with you sometime--or perhaps you'll join me for some tea this afternoon?"

[amitieos]

"A moment of your time!" Emcee catches up to you before you can disperse to your room or rejoin with your teammates, or wherever else it is you're heading off to.

"This way, this way." The strange host ushers you into a small shack, curtained off from the outside. They offer you a chair and a bright lamp hangs overhead.

"Now then," they start, positioning themselves across from you. "How do you feel about being eliminated this week? What do you want to tell your remaining teammates?"

In their hand is a voice amplifying stick, which they hold out to you now.

"Oh, of course. Whatever can I help you with?" Elincia responds, following the Emcee into the shack. She half expects to be tasked with clearing up or mending torn clothes. Or perhaps preparing a meal for the staff behind the scenes. An interview hadn't even crosssed her mind. "It's a little disappointing. Mostly I feel as though I let Thrasir down being over cautious. She was a fantastic partner but we ran out of time but at least neither of us were injured. That's a blessing at least."

"Regardless, I've had a lot of fun! I feel I've gotten closer to some of my colleagues and students here too, so I'm very grateful to you," she hums for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. What would she want to tell her teammates? Furthermore, how to be both gracious in defeat and rally her allies with her parting message. "I'd like to encourage my teammates to keep trying their best but to remember that the real prize is the friendships forged and lifelong memories we'll take away from here."

"Oh and to all Black Eagle students, regardless of their loyalties at Happyland... if The Weasels win, I won't set homework for six months. That's a promise." Elincia flashes a cheeky wink at the Emcee before bowing, hopeful her last comment will reach all her students and not just those on Team Weasel.

[willowitxh]

The end of another week of competition brings a new group of eliminated contestants to the so called "Sadland". Zihark still wasn't exactly happy with the situation himself, but best to make the most of a bad situation than to just sit around. (He'd gotten most of his moping out on the first few days here anywhere. He was over it. Mostly.)

And with that group, comes familiar faces. One, the most intriguing to him. Thrasir, that was her name, if he remembered correctly - and of course he did, he never forgot a name or the face attached to it once he learned them. It was a blessing, and a curse at times.

"Thrasir; right?" He asks as he walks over to her, just to be absolutely sure, "I know this place doesn't look like much, but I've been here a whole week already and it's not so bad. Just uh... not as nice as their Happyland. And there's not much to do. But if you need someone to show you around," What little there was to see, "then I'm your guy! Not sure if you remember me from the Weasels, but the name's Zihark. It's a pleasure."

Ever since Thrasir had arrived at this "Sadland", she couldn't seem to stop searching for some hidden trap. Surely there was something, after all. When approached though, Thrasir did have to pause. Zihark. She did vaguely remember him.

"I did take note of who my teammates where when we first got to Happyland," Thrasir hummed. "I see you did the same."

Someone who had been here for a week already, freely offering the lich free information? What was this place? No one ever offered her anything after she had become this monstrosity. Still, she wouldn't pass it up.

"I might take you up on that offer to be shown around," she commented blandly. "What do you know of this place anyway?"

Best not let this chance go to waste.

[erebius]

alright  ,     maybe  in  trying  to  joke  around  ,     victor's  real  feelings  had  seeped  through  a  little.     a  lot.     in  fact  ,     he  forgot  to  laugh  when  he  spoke  the  words———but  he  laughs  now  with  genuine  amusement  ,     tickled  by  lorin's  reaction.           ❛❛  shit  ,     sorry.   the  fuck  does  wax  poetic  mean  ,     anyways  ?    never  took  to  any  of  that.  ❜❜           head  shakes  ,     the  laughter  dying  down  ,     and  he  plucks  a  flask  off  his  belt  to  offer  it  over  to  the  warden———a peace offering.           ❛❛  go  on  ,��    be  insightful  ,     tell me what you meant.    i'll  try  not  to  be  gloomy  about  it  ,     this  time.  ❜❜

Lorin's eyes narrow briefly, " Wh- " confusion lacing his tone. Hands move to his hips, and whatever sour taste in his mouth is immediately swallowed by his pensive brows. A tongue click is his next response, quickly followed by, " What are you- Maker's breath, Vic, I was trying to wax poetic - be insightful. " He shakes his head a bit as he looks away, the moment seemingly ruined in his eyes.

[erotica-desgracia333]

Idk.. Hace mucho que no iba a nadar ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

[starrook]

"Aw man, not our week, huh?" She figured a few of them would likely get shipped off to the ominously named Sadland, but there were way more familiar faces heading over than she expected. Some of which looked...well, not as good as the last time she saw them.

"Hey...you okay?" Yunaka lowers her voice as she leans in, glancing around at the others to make sure no one was paying attention. "You look kinda...well, more down in the dumps than usual."

She opens the bag of marshmallows that Lukas had let her take and holds it out to him. "You want some? I never had them before, but they're good! Something sweet might sweeten up your mood, yeah?" She puts on a big grin and points to it for emphasis.

At least one positive thing comes from Alcryst's elimination: now that there are no more games or objectives to keep him busy, he has more time to think and sort through his feelings. It starts and ends with last week's conversation with Lapis, that "fight"...

"Huh?" Alcryst turns towards the familiar voice. "Oh... hi, Yunaka." So she's here too? It really wasn't their week for the Sheep. "Um, I'm okay. Just thinking. Maybe that's why I look... sad." He's stressed and anxious, sure, but even this feels manageable. "...Thanks, Yunaka. You were kind to ask. You're right, I'm usually not in a good mood, but you asked anyways... I appreciate it."

Alcryst takes an offered marshmallow... brows furrowing as he realizes how sticky it is. Sticky and sweet-smelling... he's not sure how much he'll like this. He takes a small bite. It's pure sugar, overwhelmingly so, and it dissolves in his mouth almost as fast as cotton candy. "It's, um... not bad... but not for me. I'm sorry..."

[swordsmanoftranquility]

"It's... bad enough," He doesn't elaborate, falling quiet as he continues to pick through the sand. Sure Daein is dear to some people, and it was his homeland, he held some affection towards it, but without the change he wished for, it was not a place he could ever call his home again. He loved it enough to fight for it, but only until its ideals conflicted with his own. Then he no longer could love the land of his birth.

Ah! There was one! A little hermit crab, scuttling about with a bottle for a shell. Poor thing, must have been unable to find a proper shell that it fit into.

In an odd way, Zihark almost feels a sense of kinship with it.

"Looks like I found the first one," He says with a playful smirk, gently picking up the small crab and holding it delicately in his hands, "I'm sure there's another one around here somewhere. One fit for you. We just have to keep looking. And if we don't find one? Well, at least we were distracted for a little while, long enough to have some fun!"

welcome to sadland, how sad are ya?

happyland 2024---post-elimination

[loversofthegrave]

BALLAD OF A FREAK BOY - sammy playlist X

no one's boy marcy playground 2. my beloved monster eels 3. where is my mind pixies 4. me and the devil soap&skin 5. please please please let me get what i want deftones 6. to be alone with you sufjan stevens 7. flume bon iver 8. child psychology black box recorder 9. brother alice in chains 10. your lucky day in hell eels 11. king's crossing elliott smith 12. i'm so tired fugazi 13. talk show host radiohead 14. son of sam elliott smith 15. how to fight loneliness wilco 16. heart of darkness sparklehorse 17. lonely day system of a down 18. metal heart cat power 19. bleed the freak alice in chains 20. half right heatmiser 21. nutshell alice in chains 22. bottle up and explode elliott smith 23. troubled times screaming trees 24. sad and beautiful world sparklehorse 25. last call elliott smith 26. a wolf at the door radiohead 27. bootcamp soundgarden 28. frogs alice in chain 29. losing my religion r.e.m 30. say hello 2 heaven temple of the dog 31. do you believe in the rapture sonic youth 32. mental eels 33. gouge away pixies 34. novocaine for the soul eels 35. spaceboy the smashing pumpkins 36. last night i dreamed somebody loved me the smiths 37. inbred ethel cain 38. the bends radiohead 39. i need some sleep eels 40. sleep forever portugal, the man 41. father of mine everclear 42. just mark ronson, phantom planet 43. opium marcy playground 44. jigsaw falling into place radiohead 45. sinister kid the black keys 46. special death mirah 47. the wolves (act I and II) bon iver 48. why i don't believe in god everclear 49. love of the loveless eels 50. about today the national 51. it's been awhile staind 52. too afriad to love you the black keys 53. one more suicide marcy playground 54. lonely boy the black keys 55. mouth bush 56. to forgive the smashing pumpkins 56. fell on black days soundgarden 57. out of my hands dave matthews band 58. what's the matter milo greene 59. little black submarines the black keys 60. cold contagious bush 61. only dying - demo stone temple pilots 62. eye the smashing pumpkins 63. abuse me silverchair 64. soma the smashing pumpkins 65. pretty (ugly before) elliott smith 66. the vampyre of time and memory queens of the stone age 67. ugly - sadlands demo the smashing pumpkins 68. freak silverchair 69. feel the pain dinosaur jr 70. creep stone temple pilots

[blindmagdalena]

Okay, but in my mind homelander with no powers has brown hair??? Don’t ask me why, I’m just absolutely sure in my heart that he’s secretly a brunette but vought is obsessed with the idea of a blonde haired blue eyed American boy so they make him dye it frequently. I’m just currently in love with the idea of homelander with some fluffy dark hair, a bit of scruff, and a comfortable looking fit, thanks for coming to my Ted talk

YES I 100% abide by the headcanon that Homelander bleaches his hair. I think he's just as responsible for it as Vought is. perfectly explains the fluctuating condition of his roots. (the idea of his hair immediately turning brown the second he's depowered is very funny tho, and fits in perfectly with all my sailor moon jokes.)

dark fluffy hair, scruff and glasses because I need him to realize that without his powers, he has terrible eyesight. it would really add to his crisis, and help make him unrecognizable if he were on the run.

the sadlander whump potential is so immaculate. HE wouldn't even recognize the man in the mirror. he would be so horrifically depressed. maybe determined to get his powers back?? the potential is endless honestly.

[deathsdue]

"Everyone gets scared," he said, but his tone had turned strangely hollow. No doubt the phrase was meant to inspire Brodia's knights to bravery, but it seemed an odd phrase to him. Gerome had been with many in their final moments as they drew their last breaths, had watched despair consume people who realized the land was barren and they would never see another harvest, had heard screams that still echoed in his soul, and he knew without a doubt that there was no one that had never experienced fear. Especially in battle.

"Brave is the last word I would use to describe myself. I am a craven who hides in the dark. For years, I kept even my closest friends at arm's length, but that did not stop them from showing me that I would accomplish little without them. And Cynthia—" he paused, wishing instantly that he could recapture her name, but it was too late. He stumbled for a moment before saying, "she deserves the affections of someone far better than I."

He may avoid his feelings, but he knew exactly what he harbored in his heart for her. Had known for a long time. It was surely fate's cruel jest that she would never return those feelings yet seemed intent on staying by his side, no doubt compelled by pity to ensure he continued breathing.

Gerome shook his head. "I may have some understanding of your plight, but I have no answers for you. I suspect that it is something we will have to discover on our own."

Worst Vacation Ever

sadland hours

[fuckin-pistol-whipped]

daily i love you

been missn ya daily love ! ima drop ya 5(?) days if songs rite here, yea?

[justices-blade]

"Hey hey!" Yunaka sang as she approached. It felt kinda mean to say, but seeing other people who had also failed their objectives here did make her feel a little better about totally flopping that week. But she was especially glad it was one of the friendlier faces and not one of their two brawlers.

"So, excellent news." Yunaka holds up the bag of marshmallows with a big grin. "I snagged us some more before they kicked me out! Do you think we can get another campfire going? One that might even be a nice time, this time?"

You know what? Sadland is a small price to pay for three weeks of unrestrained summer fun. While having to scrounge together shelter, food and fire is a bit of a bummer, this is also kinda fun if you spin it right!

Not his fault he forgot his objective either— He got to make the world's best s'mores with someone he can hope to call a friend after they get back to the monastery. Speaking of food and s'mores, though...

"Yunaka!" Edward waves back, just as happy to see a familiar face despite the reasons both of them were here. He's about to say something else when she holds up a very familiar bag, stopping all of his prior thoughts in his tracks and making his eyes light up like a kid during yuletide.

"No way, you're the best! Why didn't I think of that?!" He drops the stick he's been poking into the sand to watch the holes fill with water to start scrounging for his trusty flint.

"I can start the fire, no problem. I think we can get a really nice singalong going. What d'you say we invite some of the others, too? They could use the boost!"

[rozyrne]

...wait a minute, was that Rosado?

"Rosado, is that you?" What the heck? She came to Sadland expecting other miserable faces of suckers who had lost the games, not familiar faces of people she hadn't seen in forever who also happened to have lost the games without her noticing.

"Since when have you been here? Huh? What?" Wait...shoot, was Goldmary here too, did Yunaka accidentally summon the wrong Elusian with her impressions?

There's so many horrifying possibilities to consider in that...she settles for lifting her bag of marshmallows instead. "You want a snack?"

PASTEL-PERFECT PIGTAILS SWISH AROUND and guiltless eyes blink. oh, it's yunaka. "hey, yunaka ~ "

. . . wait, it's yunaka?!

rider's expression drops——into something that probably looks like hers right then too. "wait——" but she beats him to it first. since when have you been here? "huh? hey, no fair, i was going to ask you."

well, he's been here since forever, yeah? unless she showed up while he was dropping hortensia off back home. that had to be it. "i dunno, guess we just missed each other with everything going on. have you been partying on these islands too?" hopefully having a better time than him, what with the concussions and the stabbing. . . and all.

not that he wasn't having some fun, anyway. but if he was going to be honest, the ' beachside getaway ' the academy'd been promising was kinda a little lackluster. they didn't even have any cute tropical mixed drinks.

but at least marshmallows were a pretty okay sub-in. his face brightens naturally at the offer. "oh! yeah, sure, thanks." he plucks a few from the bag, popping one in his mouth without courtesy.

"wisbh bhe hafd shhom shhogclad and—mm—crackers to go with it. don't you think s'mores would be fun? but man. . . never mind chocolate and crackers, we can't even get some bread around here."

"you don't even want to know what we've been eating."

[willowitxh]

open starter for TOA Sadland event

Hold onto the tentacle of this creature for as long as possible as it swam through the water. A simple enough challenge for an undead lich like Thrasir, right? Then again, her strengths lay in magic, not physical prowess. This was more of a challenge that Líf would have breezed through. Still, that made it all the more interesting for the witch.

"Alright, who wants to challenge me and see who can hold on the longest?" she called. There were several people on the beach here, surely one or two would step forward.

She was going to prove she could be just as strong as Líf and that she was stronger than anyone here!

Faith Vs Reason: A Fighter's Journal || Sadland Thread

Sadland week 3 "King of the Sea"