#she drowned but now shes haunting the guy that killed her :)

[eclipse-darling]

I draw lady :)

(she's also in space for some reason)

(also im really proud of the wet hair part)

[wasyago]

Please more Trail's gone cold au I'm begging you I need it just pour out every thought in your brain I want to hear it

hgdhhfbd i mean, sure why not

everything plot related is in the main post, there's nothing else really to tell. but i could share random details that didn't really fit into the lore drop. again tho, it's a small au and mostly an exploration of the concept, so there's not a lot.

❄️ gem and etho are siblings, i don't think it was mentioned anywhere? blood related and all that, they both have black hair, gem just dyes hers.

❄️ behind the scenes reasons for the order of deaths. generally i picked these three to be the main cast because i suddenly realized pet crew were just dungeon master and his two winners, and that was too crazy of a concept to not do anything with? so, tango as the main guy and actual master of the dungeon had to die first, seeing how he's the cave's favorite. pearl as the main explorer and as the one to unlock all the secrets had to die second, because she had to return to the dungeon / the cave to find out the truth, and she conquered it but never actually got out. and etho had to survive, because he's the "proper" winner and the one who actually escaped the dungeon with treasures.

❄️ lore reasons for the order of infection. tango you already know, but pearl and etho went in at the same time so in theory they had to start experiencing the effects together. but because etho was wearing a mask it did lessen the amount of sculk he inhaled, slowing down the process. wear masks kids!

and, well, you did say you wanted to hear every thought so. i really like the plot point of them leaving tango to die, so im gonna ramble a little about it. even just, the difference in their views on the situation is so satisfying to me. because tango had no idea something scary was happening to him! and for pearl and etho it was a life or death situation. and just-- they were talking about leaving tango and tango obviously, obviously, protested, because what the actual hell??? yes okay he's ill and a burden, but don't leave an ill guy to freeze to death in a cave, what is wrong with them????? or, okay, what is wrong with etho, pearl was against the idea. but, straight up tango did not plan for it to end this way, he had his whole life ahead of him and so many things ha still wanted to do! of course he cried when they left, what else was he supposed to do? thank etho for his awesome decision? be all cool and stoic and sacrifice himself? hell no, he didn't want to die, he never asked for this.

he did die tho, so. whomp whomp 🎺... i imagine he passed before pearl and etho even reached the stairs, so at least he didn't suffer for long. if he had a breakdown about being left alone he probably hyperventilated and inhaled like a ton more sculk, so that killed him even faster. must've sucked tho...

and then pearl, god, pearl.... she didn't encounter any dangers on the way back, since she wasn't trying to escape and the cave had no reason to be hostile towards her. but seeing how she was at the last stage before turning... she probably didn't get to tango before collapsing... not dying just yet, but too feverish and too weak to walk. but if tango was already back, he could very much go and find her. can you imagine the pure horror of drowning in your regrets as you slowly die and then having your supposedly already dead friend appear in front of you all cheery and oh so wrong. i dont know how much of tango is left in that thing, but the image of him sitting by pearl and holding her until she dies is so-- its haunting but it's sweet. and then there's still enough time to catch up with etho.

actually, gahhhh, all three pet povs are their own unique horror story and it's so good.

the horror of having to go through this terrifying experience, and then being the only survivor, knowing full well that the only reason you lived is because you left your friends to die, and there's no way of fixing it now.

the horror of everything falling apart around you because of miscommunication, and then the one time you decide to do it right you end up regretting every single decision and witnessing the direct result of your mistakes come for you.

the horror of being stupid... the horror of losing all control over your life and being betrayed in the moment of your most vulnerability, dying fully and utterly helpless.

this au is so sad but i love it so much...

okay wow that's enough for one post, ask more if you want tho!

[bloodreinasbathwater]

Jacked Up Love

Jack Hughes X Best Friend! Reader

(Brothers Best Friend AU)

a.n: I have been bouncing around my living room as I typed this up. I have so many ideas for this fic since I want it to be on the longer side. I hope you guys enjoy and please message me if you have any questions or want to be added to the tag list. <3

warnings: flirting, not proofread, fuckboy jack, alcohol usage, allusion to cheating.

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Summary: Caught between a secret crush and family loyalty, she shares an undeniable, electric connection with his best friend, Jack Hughes. Haunted by her feelings and the fear of Lee's reaction, Y/N finds solace in a cozy girls' night where her friends encourage her to take a chance on love.

word count - 3184

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The music thumped through the crowded living room, the bass reverberating off the walls and shaking the floor beneath your feet. Partygoers spilled out into every available space, red solo cups clutched in their hands as they swayed to the rhythm of the beat.

It was your twin brother Lee's birthday bash, a wild celebration that would seamlessly transition into yours once the clock struck midnight.

Red and purple lights flashed in sync with the music, casting colorful shadows over the throng of people. The air was thick with the scent of beer and sweat, slowly beginning to choke you.

The living room was a chaotic blend of laughter, shouted conversations, and the clinking of cups, with decorations hastily thrown together to give the place a festive feel.

As much as you wanted to enjoy this moment for your brother, you couldn't. The music, the cake your friends had painstakingly made, the thoughtful gifts scattered across a table – none of it could lift the heavy weight in your heart. You were drowning in the secret you'd been carrying for months, maybe even years.

Through the haze of bodies and strobe lights, your gaze locked with a pair of striking blue eyes. Jack Hughes, Lee's best friend and the object of your forbidden affection, stared back at you intensely from across the room.

The connection between you two was electric, undeniable, a connection girls would kill for – but also utterly wrong. You knew his fan girls would kill for that look, that moment alone with him.

You quickly averted your eyes, guilt twisting in your gut.

The pulsating energy of the party seemed to mock your inner turmoil, each beat of the music hammering home the impossibility of your feelings. You took a sip from your cup, hoping the alcohol might dull the ache, but it only served to remind you of the secret you could never share.

As the minutes ticked down to midnight, the anticipation in the room grew. People began to chant Lee's name, the excitement palpable. But all you could think about was the man standing just a few feet away, and the forbidden connection that both thrilled and tormented you.

Instead of suffering in the heat of his presence, you made your way to the kitchen for a refill, snippets of conversation floated past you. But one hushed whisper from Lee's girlfriend made you freeze in your tracks.

"Mhmm yeah I know right!!” she whisper-shouted. “But did you hear? Jack's seeing someone on the side that no one knows about," she murmured conspiratorially to her wide-eyed friend. "But she came and told me. She’s my friend’s cousin. Apparently, he's been sneaking around with her for weeks now."

Your blood ran cold as the words sank in and your breath hitched as you tried to gasp for air but it ceased to work. The room seemed to tilt around you. Jack was cheating?

But how could that be, when just last night he'd held you in his arms and promised that you two would find a way to tell your brother about your secret relationship?

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You whirled around to see Jack standing there, his expression unreadable.

"We need to talk," he said quietly, urgently. "Meet me upstairs in five minutes."

With that, he disappeared into the crowd, leaving you reeling. Your mind raced as you tried to make sense of it all. What the fuck was going on?

Trembling slightly, you ascended the stairs, navigating each step slowly on your wobbly legs. You had a sinking feeling that whatever awaited you in the room above would change everything - for better or for worse. The only question was, were you ready to face the truth?

…

5 months prior…

You'd known Jack since childhood, as he and your brother Lee had been inseparable since kindergarten. He was the epitome of popularity in high school.

His easygoing charm and infectious laugh made him a magnet for attention, and he reveled in teasing you relentlessly about the most trivial matters. You had always brushed off his playful flirting, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered, but it wasn't until sophomore year that you started seeing him differently.

It happened gradually at first - lingering glances across the cafeteria, a flutter in your stomach whenever he flashed that crooked grin. But by junior prom, you were head over heels.

You could still remember that night vividly. Jack had shown up at your door looking unfairly gorgeous in his tailored suit, ready to pick up Lee for their double date.

When his eyes met yours, time seemed to slow. "Wow, Y/N," he'd said softly, his gaze raking over your dress appreciatively. "You look beautiful."

Your cheeks had flushed scarlet at the compliment, and in that moment, you knew you were a goner. As Jack and Lee posed for photos, laughing and joking around, you couldn't tear your eyes away from the tall, athletic figure of your brother's best friend.

You loved the way his dark hair flopped over his forehead boyishly, the way his blue eyes sparkled with mischief and intelligence. He was charming and quick-witted, always ready with a joke or a sarcastic quip. But beneath that cocky exterior, you sensed a deep loyalty, a steadfast devotion to those he cared about.

That summer, you found yourself spending more and more time with Jack and Lee, the three of you lounging by the pool or goofing off playing video games.

Every accidental brush of Jack's hand against yours set your skin on fire. You lived for those little moments - a shared inside joke, a knowing glance when Lee said something ridiculous.

Now you found yourself engrossed in videos on your phone as you lay on your side in your bedroom. You felt the weight of the bed shift as it dipped on the other side and a pair of strong arms snaked around your waist, a low, husky voice whispered in your ear, “Miss me?”

Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the familiar timbre. “Definitely not,” you scoffed, tossing your phone onto the bed. “Did you need something, or are you just here to bother me with your existence?”

Jack chuckled softly, his breath warm on your neck. “You're way too serious,” he whispered, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck and pulling you closer. “You need to relax once in a while, you know...”

“God Jack, you're such a fuckboy,” you muttered, voice strained as you weakly fought against his hold, worming your way off your side.

He laughed softly, tightening his grip on your waist. “Aww, don't say that like it's a bad thing,” he whispered, planting a kiss on your forehead. Over the years you had grown used to Jacks subtle affection, but that didn’t help the skip of your heart anytime he came with an inch of you.

“Is it *bad* for me to want to hold my best friend's sister?” His words were laced with a playful, almost teasing tone, but his touch was anything but playful.

It was possessive, almost desperate, and it sent shivers down your spine. “Depends on what your intentions are,” you replied curtly, trying to maintain what composure you had left. “You know we're never gonna happen, right? Can't ever and won't ever.”

You knew you were pushing him away but couldn't help it; the thought of anything more than friendship with him felt wrong, forbidden.

Jack shrugged, “you never know,” he whispered, his voice a husky murmur against your skin. “There could always be a chance...”

His words were a dangerous siren song, tempting with a future you knew you couldn't have. “Trust me, I know Jack.” You whispered back, heart thrumming against its cage like a frantic drum. The sound of your racing heartbeat was a betrayal, a secret you feared Jack would overhear.

“You're nervous,” he whispered against your cheek. “I can hear and feel your heart, it’s so loud y/n… am I making you nervous?”

Panic surged through you at his words and suddenly you felt the need to get away. “oh my god, do you hear that? I think my brother's calling me,” you said placing your hand against your ear, dramatically looking towards the door as if searching for his voice. You finally broke free from his hold.

You readjusted your clothes, trying to regain your composure and walked towards the door, turning back to look at Jack with a forced smile. “Come on!”

“But we were just getting to the exciting part,” he whines, adjusting himself into a seated position. An idea sparks into his mind, and he proposed, “Why don't you go check on your brother while I stay in your room? When you're ready, come fetch me.”

He gave you a sly grin, raising his eyebrows suggestively while he relaxed himself against the headboard.  

“No way,” you protest, marching towards jack and firmly grasping his strong, muscular arm. “Let's go.” Undeterred, he readily follows your lead, allowing you to pull Jack to his feet.

“Alright then, I suppose you're just not in the mood for some playful banter,” He say with a shrug, trailing behind you as you exit your room.

…

As you both made your way down the stairs, you can't help but be drawn to the pictures of Lee and you that adorn the walls. Each one brings back a flood of memories, creating a timeline of your life, that is both heartwarming and bittersweet.

Your eyes come to a stop on a black and white photo of Jack and yourself from three years ago, taken in the very room upstairs on senior prom night.

Jack takes note of you pausing beside him, his eyes following yours to the photo. A small smile tugs at the corners of jack’s mouth as he take in the sight of you both looking so young and carefree. “Ah, I remember that night...” jack says softly, laughing softly. “God, you were a pain in the ass...' he teased, his voice full of affection.

“Like you were any better,” you shoot back, nudging your arm playfully.

Jack laughed, unable to deny the truth in your words. “Hey, at least I didn't whine and complain the whole time. You promised me that if I went to this party with you that you wouldn't complain, but of course you did...” he trailed off, recalling the events of that night.

You pause, mock-offended at his accusation. "Me? Complain? Never! I was just expressing my opinions on the music selection. There's a difference, you know," you say, pretending to be scandalized.

"And it's not my fault your fan girls kept stepping on my feet,” you say with a mock glare. “What even happened to that one girl? Weren't you supposed to go to prom with her that night?”

“You mean Jennifer? It seems like a lifetime ago now.” Jack raises an eyebrow and shrugs. “Yeah, I was supposed to go to prom with her, but she was a bore. I didn’t plan on going to prom with her to begin with.” He admits.

“Being with her felt... forced. It didn't feel right. She found herself a different guy to go with anyway." He shrugs again, not bothered in the least. “But what about you? Who were you going to go with, huh?”

You look away sheepishly. “You’re the only person I asked.”

Jack raised his eyebrows, a flicker of surprise in those azure eyes. But then he smiled softly, feeling a warmth in his heart at your words. "Did you secretly have a crush on me back then or something?" he teases, with a hearty laugh.

“In your dreams.” You scoff, pushing his shoulder before continuing down the stairs.

He catches you off guard by wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you close, smiling brightly at you. “Maybe dreams do come true, you know?” he whispers, "Don't worry, it's okay to admit it. You can't resist this face," jack jested, striking a ridiculously cheesy model pose.

“We could never do that, Jack.” You sigh.  

“Yeah yeah... but…” he trails off as you lean your head onto his shoulder, his arms tightening their grip around you.  He was silent for a moment before he started again. “You feel that?” he whispers, referring to how perfectly your bodies fit together. “It feels like we’re made for each other.”

“Don’t say stuff like that.” You turn in his arms, now facing him.

Jack tilts his head slightly, looking at you. “And why can’t I?” he asks, a sly smile on his face. “You don’t feel it too? That there’s definitely some sparks between us?”

He reaches up, gently cupping your face while he presses his forehead to yours, your lips just barely touching. The warmth of his skin and the scent of his cologne envelop you, creating a bubble of intimacy.

You say nothing, just continue staring into his eyes, your thoughts a whirlpool of confusion and desire. “We were supposed to be down there 10 minutes ago, Jack. Let’s go.”

Jack rolls his eyes slightly, looking back at the photograph before sighing in defeat. “Fine, let’s go then.” the creak of the wooden steps underfoot and the distant hum of conversation from the living room growing louder. The smell of freshly baked cookies wafts from the kitchen, mingling with the tang of lemon cleaning solution.

…

You glance around the living room, searching for your brother's watchful eyes before allowing Jack to veer into the living room. The room is a burst of activity: Lee's friends scream in triumph as they win another round of NHL, their cheers filling the space with infectious energy.

The flicker of the TV screen casts a blueish glow across their faces. Lee huffs deeply, turning his disappointed gaze to Jack as he plops onto the couch, the leather squeaking beneath him.

Jack laughs softly, joining his friend on the couch. “You’re just making it easy at this point,” he chuckles, shaking his head mockingly. The warmth of the room, filled with the scent of popcorn and the underlying hint of teenage sweat, contrasts sharply with the cool leather of the couch.

“I get why you’re losing though; you have other things on your mind…” Jack tilts his head slightly as he speaks, shooting a glance in your direction unbeknownst to you, his eyes twinkling with a mix of teasing and unspoken affection.

…

The following weekend, snow fell in thick, lazy flakes, covering the world in a pristine white blanket. Inside, the warmth from the fireplace filled the room, the crackling flames casting a cozy glow that softened the edges of your living room.

Your three closest friends trickled in, each carrying trays of colorful cocktails, the drinks decorated with festive garnishes. Laughter and chatter filled the air as they set the trays on the coffee table, their cheeks rosy from the cold.

"Y/N, this place looks amazing," Sophie exclaimed, shrugging off her coat and hanging it by the door. "And I needed this so much. Work has been a nightmare."

"Tell me about it," Ava chimed in, plopping down on the couch and grabbing a cocktail. "I feel like I haven't slept in days. But tonight, it's all about us."

Mia, the last to arrive, brought a tray of her famous spiked hot chocolate. "Who needs a beach vacation when you have a fireplace and booze?" she joked, handing you a steaming mug.

Jersey Shore played in the background, a comforting, familiar noise that accompanied your weekly girls' night ritual. The girls settled in, curling up on the couch and floor, the room filled with the scent of pine and cinnamon from the candles you had lit.

"So, what’s the latest?" Sophie asked, taking a sip of her cocktail and looking around expectantly. "I feel like I haven’t seen you guys in forever."

Ava leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Okay, you guys are not going to believe what happened at work this week. So, you know that cute new guy in accounting? Well, apparently he's been asking about me!"

Sophie gasped, clasping her hands together. "No way! Tell us everything!"

As Ava launched into a detailed account of her office flirtation, complete with dramatic reenactments, you found yourself relaxing, the warmth of the fire and the camaraderie of your friends soothing the turmoil inside you. For the first time in days, you allowed yourself to enjoy the moment, sipping your wine and laughing along with the girls.

But just as Ava was getting to the juicy part, Mia turned to you with a mischievous grin. "Okay, enough about Ava's love life. Y/N, we need to talk about you and Jack!"

You nearly choked on your drink, feeling your cheeks heat up. "What? There's nothing to talk about," you protested weakly. Sophie rolled her eyes.

"Oh please, you've been crushing on him since high school. It's so obvious. Why haven’t you made a move?”

"Yeah, remember junior prom?" Ava chimed in. "You couldn't take your eyes off him all night. I thought you were going to combust when he told you that you looked beautiful!"

You buried your face in your hands, groaning. "Ugh, don't remind me. I was so awkward back then."

Mia reached over and squeezed your shoulder. "Hey, we've all been there. But seriously, what's stopping you from going for it now? You're both single, you have history... it could be epic!"

You sighed, swirling the wine in your glass. "It’s not that simple. Lee would be so angry if he found out. Jack is his best friend. I don’t want Jack to have to deal with that kind of fallout. And besides, I don’t even know if he likes me the way I like him."

Sophie leaned forward, her expression softening. "But what if things went right? You can't let fear hold you back forever, Y/N. Sometimes you just have to take a chance on love."

The girls exchanged looks before she started again. "Y/N, come on," Sophie said, rolling her eyes. "Any guy would be falling at your feet if you wanted them to. Jack is no exception."

"Yeah," Ava agreed, "and from the way Jack looks at you when he thinks no one's watching? I'd say there's definitely some unfinished business there."

Your heart fluttered at the thought. Could they be right? Was it possible that Jack felt the same way after all these years?

As if reading your mind, Mia grinned. "I think it's time for Operation Seduce Jack Hughes. Who's with me?"

The girls cheered, clinking their glasses together. You couldn't help but laugh, feeling a rush of affection for your ridiculous, wonderful friends. "Alright, alright," you said, holding up your hands in mock surrender. "I’ll think about it, okay?"

Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the giddy thrill of possibility, but in that moment, anything seemed possible. Even a happily ever after with the boy you'd loved for as long as you could remember.

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[starberry-cupcake]

I have made the most 2008 goth forum-like banner I could create to put my liveblogging posts of tlt under because those are the vibes I find appropriate and it gives me nostalgia. If this was 2008 blogspot, you'd be hearing something like HIM's Wings of a Butterfly, or something like that, please picture that.

previously, in gideon the ninth:

this happened

were we are now:

I forced myself to stop reading for the day so I could update a sensible amount and not a thesis length post nobody will read

it wasn't easy to force myself to stop reading

you know how it is

so, turns out that protozoa was dead all along (ish)

people here die and live and kinda live-die and die-live, you know

dulcinea del toboso soraya montenegro septimus was hiding that fact

she has also not mentioned exactly how he died (she said an accident??? harrow said he was stabbed?? what, he fell on a sword heart first????)

I am still not done with her

I still don't trust her

she's gonna die and I'm gonna still think she's scheming

ANYWAY

gideon DID suspect harrow

she had a bit of a crisis over it in front of palmolive's salad

palmolive reacts by taking off and putting on his glasses 25 times

and harrow had my exact thought process of "she's gonna go to dulcinea instead of me if she finds out"

I am very unnerved at how much my thought process and harrow's have aligned so far

very concerned for my mental state

ANYWAY (vol. 2)

palmolive says what I said, that it's not harrowcita's style to kill so sloppily

gideon tells palmolive her past trauma and how all the kids in the ninth except her and harrowbeth died and how she blames herself because harrow kinda had the childhood of asuka langley soryuu in evangelion but worse

palmolive does this

camilla, the moon to my stars, the woman of the year, my qp wife, brings in harrow with a handcuff

so, let me set the scene

there's a guy's head in a box, gideon has told palmolive her life story, and in comes camilla with harrow on a kid harness like she's a scary parent at disneyland

this is a sitcom

anyway, they all go to dulcinea's lair and have a talk with the group

I still kinda stan yandere twin ianthe (sp??), I'm not gonna lie you folks

she's ooky kooky spooky in a fun way

like, deranged (affectionate)

so, as usual, nobody agrees on anything and everyone fights and dulcinea coughs up a hairball

now, harrow and gideon go to the pool

which is salty now, much like gideon

my first thought was "gideon can't swim, she's gonna drown like sonic!!"

but they could stand in the pool apparently so it's fine

I mean, physically it's fine, EMOTIONALLY not so much

it's time to come clean, share trauma and also maybe flirt in the pool, if that's what's going on here

I think it's what's going on

it's hard to tell with them, but there's tension, proximity and hugs and stuff

basically, if I understand correctly, the ninth put all the kids in an infomercial blender and harrowbean was powered into life

but gideon is baby hercules and survived

which explains why she was turned into a blood sprinkler and the next day she was doing push ups like a maniac

I mean, it explains why she could physically do that, not why she thought that's the safe thing to do

so the ninth was like ?????? and feared gideon

and proceded to treat her like konoha treated naruto uzumaki

no adult person in the ninth was making sound decisions, it's what I'm getting at

case in point: ortus and his mom were blown to bits

also, very important

if I understood right, there's a frozen girl in the ninth's fridge tomb

a frozen girl like dr victor fries's wife nora in batman, or hyoga's mom in saint seiya, or han solo

ice cube frozen girl with a sword and chains and the vibe of this specific barbie doll from the haunted beauty collection

it's like if snow white was the apocalypse

you're gonna hate all my references by the end of this

I'm so sorry

there's a threat in a girl, in the ice, in the tomb, in the ninth house, that's the gist of it

and harrow has existential trauma because pretty much every person below the age of 18 died for her to live, so she wants to make it count

and gideon is hercules who comes from elsewhere and has the genes of a demigod or a kryptonian

but all of that doesn't matter, what matters is that harrow says the most metal phrase ever and goes: "I am a war crime"

?????? HELLO?????

and here's the thing (I have told you this @lady-harrowhark ), this is the book @ me every time I discover some truth and I look at my ebook's progress bar

if you're not completely annoyed, I'll be back tomorrow with more reactions to reveals

[st4rbe0m]

SUMMARY ▸ 20 years ago, a gruesome murder shook the town hard. A type of murder that should've never happened, much less in their quaint town. A lovely family killed in cold blood with an unforgiving axe wielding maniac - a mother, a father and a little girl.

It's been 20 years down the road, hasn't it? Then why are these 10 teenagers stuck in a loop of the same day, being haunted by a little girl who died 20 years ago?

PAIRING ▸ Park Jongseong (Jay) x fem!reader

STARRING ▸ Enhypen members, aespa members (Giselle and NingNing). Any pairings made between Enhypen and aespa members is with clear fictional intent

WC ▸ 2.7K

TAG LIST ▸ open!! send an ask to be added

A/N ▸ I'm so proud of this cliffhanger hehehe had my hands rubbing devious grin on my face and everything as I typed it out. Also thank you for the support on this fic! Pls PLS don't be silent readers and do leave comments and reblogs! I'd love to hear thoughts and remarks from you guys <33

WOULD YOU LIKE TO CONTINUE THE BODY SEARCH ?

▊ yes -> CHAPTER 6

▊ no -> CHAPTER 4

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The salt air is sticky and tangy on everyone’s tongue, mouths wide open in shrieking laughter and joyous squeals. A much needed break, it was today, the repeat of the day before and the day after, that the group had decided to head down to the beach. 

“I can feel my lungs close around me. I can’t breathe guys. I can see the light.” Heesung was sprawled across the stone bench of the school park, while Sunghoon chewed on a mango popsicle and eyed his friend wearily, annoyed by his complaints. “Heesung, you’d probably stop dying if you complained less”, said Sunoo, equally fed up with Heesung - not because the boy was in any serious danger. No, he just missed his girlfriend. Giselle, it seemed, reveled in the time she had with Y/N and NingNing, which made her boyfriend’s spirits shrivel as he was left to hangout with the other boys of their group. “You don’t get it, you guys. It’s withdrawal symptoms. Oh Jungwonie, I can barely even see you, my vision is going out.” Jungwon called out from where he was - completely opposite and in no way near Heesung’s line of sight, as he exclaimed, “I’m nowhere even near you dipshit, of course you can’t see me!”

Jay was sort of done with Heesung’s whining, and if he had to hear about how much Giselle would save Heesung from his fate, his head would explode. So he did the only thing he could think of, the only solution - he dialed Y/N. He had just remembered to ask her for her phone number just yesterday, when they walked to class together. Hands intertwined, sharing warmth, it certainly made his classmates raise hell when they saw the school loner with the school’s golden goose. But it didn’t matter, because they didn’t remember anything today anyways. 

The memory of yesterday still had his heart leaping in gleeful somersaults inside him, as he remembered just how beautiful Y/N looked under the waning glow of the sunlight, hair caressing the sides of her face softly, skin that he was sure would feel like heaven under his touch. Maybe if he got bold enough, one day he’d get there. One day, where the sun rose for a second time to greet a different day. 

“Jay, you’re thinking something again”. Y/N pointed out as she noticed the furrow in his brow. “Nothing, nothing”. The pair kept walking down, hands now swinging in mild amusement of their circumstances. Now they were recounting their hilarious fails from all their deathly escapades every night - “I honestly don’t know how she found us in the pool! And seriously, I don’t know what got into NingNing that made her think hiding in the pool - a body of water where we can drown easily is a wonderful idea!” Y/N animatedly recounted to Jay, hands flying about as she chatted along in enthusiasm, Jay hanging on to her every word with wonder, as he gazed upon the girl who seemed more talkative than ever now that she’d broken out of her shell. “Wait, you can’t swim?”, asked Jay, who was now more than amused as he got to know of this little tidbit. “Hey, that’s not what you should be focusing on right now.”, she laughed and swatted his arm. “No, no. I just think it’s cute that you haven’t learnt even after the water park.” “Well back then I had you, didn’t I?”. Y/N looked at him with a twinkling mirth, which made his breath hitch in his throat. And having no idea where the surge of confidence came from, he just looked right back into her eyes, and said, “Aw, so you still need me to save you? Just stay close to me, like I said”, flexing a bicep up, he added, “I can fight.”

In any other case, this would’ve had Y/N cringing. But this was Jay. Tall, smart, muscular and chivalrous Jay. So obviously, it just had Y/N standing in a flustered mess as gaping eyes stared into him. Breaking out of the embarrassing stupor, she just continued along, tugging at the boy who was now sporting a confidence in his gait, “Alright, alright we get it, basketball captain.” Offhandedly, she also said, “At least we know Sunghoon can’t save me since he’ll be busy saving Ning”, in reference to the newfound knowledge she had about her friend’s feelings, when she gasped in realization about what she’d spilled. Looking at Jay in shock, she hastily waved her hands around, trying to undo the damage. “Forget I said that! Who even is Sunghoon? I don’t know anyone with that name!”, laughing unsurely. Jay just slowly grabbed the palm of her hand that she’d let go from his, pulling her closer by just an inch to him, as he said smugly, “Don’t worry, I know. Who do you think has been wingman for both of them?”. That’s when Y/N remembered why NingNing and Jay would hangout so often. Softening up from her slip up, her hand relaxed into his as they kept going again. “Yeah, Ning told me and Giselle while we were talking about our crushes.” “Our crushes?”, asked Jay, which had Y/N slightly stiffening up again. Damn Park Jay, she thought, he has me spilling everything out in the open just like that. “Ning has a crush on Hoon, we know this. Giselle and Heesung have been together since eternity. So ‘our’ here would also mean the crush you have on someone, right?”. Damn that Park Jay, was all Y/N could think as she laughed nervously and said, “Well not necessarily right? I don’t think so.” Jay halted Y/N again, still holding her hand. The smile he gave her was dazzling this time, and it seemed that Y/N was collecting all of his charming grins like a bouquet in her mind. “That’s a slight relief.” “Why?” Y/N was confused. Not meeting her eyes, he just said, “Wouldn’t want the prettiest girl in school falling for anyone else now, would we?”

That was yesterday. And today, as Jay had dialed up Y/N and explained Heesung’s lamentations, a half-annoyed, half-charmed Giselle had just asked the boys to meet the girls where they were planning to go - the beach. To have a day off, and as a celebration. Because the group had achieved something they were building up to for a while - they’d collected almost all of the body parts. In fact, only one crucial part was missing. The head. The head of the missing, dead girl was all they had to find, to brave past the girl covered in blood bent on haunting them. 

“Last one in the water loses!”, called out an excited Jungwon, breezing past the girls in his striped tank top and pineapple beach shorts. “Someone’s excited”, commented Riki, who was lugging along a picnic basket he’d arranged impromptu. The youngest of their group, albeit quiet, was one of the most thoughtful juniors Y/N had met. Thanking him for his gesture, he just laughed and gave her a cheeky salute as he joined Jake, wrestling the older yet shorter boy into the water. The excited screams of the group were a much-needed contrast from the blood-curdling ones they heard during their deathly games. The girls had quickly changed from their coverups into their beachwear, and Y/N was involved in a serious game of beach volleyball with NingNing on her team, against Sunghoon and Jay. Giselle was lounging on the beach towel as Heesung, who finally got the girlfriend time he was deprived of, sat next to her, lathering sunscreen onto himself. “How is this split even fair? You guys are literally trained athletes”, complained the ever-competitive NingNing, who also did have a fair point. “Fine then, let’s switch. Sunghoon, join NingNing. I’ll join Y/N”. The double intention of these actions didn’t fly past anyone, as all four of them seemed to be hyper aware of themselves now. Sunghoon, who simply greeted Ning with a nod and cleared his throat as he set his eyes on the ball that Jay was serving, stood opposite Y/N, who was also watching Jay, for completely different reasons. The way the heat beating down on them made him sweat, the sheen covering his tan skin deliciously. The way he posed with accuracy with the ball, slender yet toned arms accentuating his biceps. Jay served the ball with precision, and it was immediately received by NingNing as she expertly passed it over to where Y/N was, blushing as Sunghoon praised her as she did. Y/N also caught the ball with a dip, hitting right over the net by a bare minimum, which had Sunghoon pile diving into the sand to catch.

The game went on until Sunghoon and NingNing won, the pair high fiving each other, giggling to each other with burning ears, praising the way they both handled themselves. A teasing Jay made his way to where Y/N was, dusting the sand off her shorts. “You know what, let me buy you an ice cream. Let’s celebrate how we held our own against the Ice Prince and his Class President Princess over there.” Glancing over to where NingNing and Sunghoon were still talking amongst themselves, now much more calm and with eyes fixed on each other, Y/N simply nodded as she followed Jay along to the corner store right by the beach. After paying the vendor, the two of them sat on the staircase that led to the beach, simply enjoying the weather, the view and the company. A silence that blanketed them in comfort, not awkwardness. “Y/N.” Jay broke the silence suddenly, but not startlingly. “Hmm”, Y/N hummed in response, curious as to what the boy wanted to ask. “Have an ice cream with me tomorrow as well?”, he asked. “Sure, why not”, Y/N said, not thinking too much into it. Her and Jay were hanging out quite frequently anyways, and this was not all that of a strange request from him. “No, I mean the real tomorrow. A tomorrow that isn’t a Tuesday again. A tomorrow where the sun rises over a new time”. His eyes were determined as he looked at where she sat. There was no guarantee in this. This wasn’t one of Jay’s basketball games where the outcome of the match could be predicted. But the way Y/N’s hand was on top of his palm, her body leaned slightly into him, and from the way she smiled at him all the time - he had a feeling the odds were in his favor. “What do you say?”

The hope that was in the air was buzzing. It was thrown into the wind along with caution, and it was about whether Y/N would catch onto it. 

“Yes, Jay. I’ll have ice cream with you tomorrow.”

A promise. 

A promise between two hearts, young and beating with life and purpose. A promise that neither of the two hearts were sure they’d be able to keep. 

“Guys, come here!”. The urgence in the outcry of Giselle’s voice made the two run as fast as they could, kicking up sand to where the rest of the group had already assembled. Sunoo was on the sand, clutching the bag which contained all the evidence Jungwon had collected regarding the body search. “I was looking for my sunglasses in this bag, when I saw it.” There seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary in what Sunoo was clutching, the newspaper article and the books. That’s when Y/N looked to see the color draining from Jay’s face, and the rest of her friends looking right at her in indescribable fear. And when she looked down again at the newspaper, she saw the difference. 

‘10 year old Y/N Y/L/N brutally murdered along with her parents at Sakcho WaterPark by unknown intruder ; body of the deceased is yet to be found.’

[bau-drabbles]

a/n: inspired from all the prev posts!

your insta but you're dating aaron hotchner part 2 :")

part 1, 3, 4

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y/n_xo: look at my faves 🫶🥹.... and then there's aaron

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its.emilyp: jumpscare warning next time 😨

d.morgan: nah he looks like he's concocting some evil plan

penny.garcia: he looks like he's going to steal christmas

reid.gram: he looks like he kidnapped my mom and held her hostage somewhere 😦

itsjj: just smile and wave, kids. smile and wave 🥲

d.morgan: crop him out next time fr 🙏

a.hotch: i'll crop you out of the team

d.morgan: say less 😍😮‍💨 least ion have an ugly smile

a.hotch: what smile? you just bare your teeth

y/n_xo: oh 😭

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y/n_xo: meme jack really quickly 🫣

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reid.gram: jack is me when hotch is asking me to get to the point even though my point was the whole theory 🙂

penny.garcia: omg me when he tells me to search something more quickly even though i'm already working high speed 🙂

itsjj: me when he plants more files on my desk even though i'm drowning in the last ones 🙂

its.emilyp: he's me that one time hotch did "team building" and then proceeded to complain the whole time 🙂

d.morgan: me when i made one mistake and he held it against me for months but goes on about forgiving and how its important to move on 🙂

the.davidrossi: me looking at him ogling @/y/n_xo for months and then passionately disagreeing he was in love

y/n_xo: so i'm sensing some of you need therapy 🧍‍♀️

a.hotch: all of you are dead to me

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y/n_xo: i really got replaced 💔

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the.davidrossi: WHERE are you finding these???

itsjj: so... who's the wife in the relationship? 🤔

its.emilyp: it's rossi for sure

reid.gram: i would say hotch. the angle of the selfie says it all

d.morgan: nah it gotta be rossi, he types and cooks like a mom. sometimes he even be smelling like one

the.davidrossi: all of you are out of my will

d.morgan: i complimented your cooking and this is the attitude i get? choke

its.emilyp: you're probably immortal at this point, poisoning and sucking the life out of other people so you can drive us to insanity which would inevitably lead us to our doom. but i see right through you 😒

itsjj: sweetheart we need to stop watching horror movies at night time, okay?

a.hotch: it's not what it looks like!

y/n_xo: i don't know if i should cry or be disgusted >:(

a.hotch: baby, i haven't cheated. i promise you ❤

y/n_xo: omg could you imagine if you did with rossi? 💀

the.davidrossi: what is that supposed to mean? 🤨

reid.gram: she means you're old and embarrassing. and maybe even disgusting 🤷‍♂️

y/n_xo: i will physically mutilate you and feed you to wild dogs

itsjj: thanks for that, my kids are crying

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y/n_xo: my bae 😍

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reid.gram: we literally have a pending case right now y/n

y/n_xo: okay? he's still a bae 😍

reid.gram: awww really? hope you guys find out you're related 😍🤞

penny.garcia: well... at least we know those frown lines are removable 😌

reid.gram: in a time like this, his frown lines are what matters to you? imagine if he was dead

itsjj: omg imagine he was and you guys were discussing his frown lines. i'd resurrect and haunt everyone on this thread

reid.gram: don't worry, your cheeto breath would give you away instantly 🤢

penny.garcia: all i'm saying is i'd want to make sure our boss got a nice makeover one last time in the coffin. and you can't do that if you have bad indentations on your forehead 💗💗

itsjj: this alone should give you employee of the year 😍

a.hotch: i think we need to have a serious talk

d.morgan: seeing hotch not angry makes me feel deeply uncomfortable

its.emilyp: no cause same. someone poke him and see if he's alive

y/n_xo: you'd think i'd kill him? 😡

its.emilyp: if you did, there'd be no one between us would there? 😏

y/n_xo: 😳

a.hotch: i'm wide awake, thank you 😠

its.emilyp: its like he's still with us 😢 i can almost feel his presence 💔

[wildsupernova]

and you loved me still.

summary: the memories of their summers together would haunt her for the rest of her life, always leaving her to wonder what could have been. steve never realized how important those memories were to him until he couldn’t forget it.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

word count: 1.7k

warnings: no warnings for this one, although i guess there’s mild angst

a/n: hey guys! yet another short song based fic after a way too long break lol. i just finished up my second year of college so everything’s kind of hectic right now, but i’m gonna try to get out some longer, non-song based fics here soon i promise. hope you guys enjoy this because i’ve been OBSESSED with this song for the past month, and if you do, feel free to comment, repost, like, whatever! any interaction helps :)

if you want to make a request for a fic, my requests are open, and i also have a prompts list linked below to make requests from as well. i’ve been talking too long, so thank you guys for reading and i hope you enjoy!

masterlist | prompts list

The aftermath of it all left her numb, even after summer was over. She wished she could get over it the same amount that she wished it would sting more, because feeling anything at all would be better than being stuck in this limbo she’d been suspended in since August ended. She couldn’t bring herself to smile, but she also couldn’t bring herself to cry, doing nothing but sitting and reminiscing about the past 3 summers they’d spent together. Every time she looked at him, every memory would replay in her mind, and then his eyelashes would blink it all away. 

They were memories she didn’t really want to forget, something that reminded her of the few times that she was really, truly happy about being stuck in Hawkins. They were the only thing pushing her through the monotony that was the first half of the semester, and the only thing that kept her sane while she was surrounded by the plain white walls of her small dorm room. 

The warm Indiana wind flowed through the spaces between her fingers, her hand tapping along to the music that played through the radio. He turned the volume dial until the sounds of guitar and drums drowned out the purr of the engine as they drove, and she mouthed along to the words almost absentmindedly. 

He was wearing his brand new Nike sneakers, still pristine white and shiny as if they’d just come out of the box. He blamed it on where they were going, told her that he could only wear his “best shoes” to go hiking in the woods on the outskirts of Hawkins, but she wasn’t stupid. He was doing it all just to show off for her, and she was eating up every last bit of it. 

He made some joke to her that she couldn’t hear very well over the radio, but she laughed anyway. He told her that he loved the way she sounded when she laughed, and she’d never forget the way he leaned over the center console and kissed her long and slow, car dipping lightly into the ditch as he did. 

Steve Harrington was absolutely untouchable in those high school years. Stubborn, arrogant, one of the most difficult people she had ever met in her life. But none of it mattered because he was King Steve, the invincible monarch that ruled over all of Hawkins high. No one dared tell him how much of an asshole he was, or how much they hated him, because one wrong move and he’d make you the laughing stock of the school until graduation. Girls fell at his feet and followed him wherever he walked, and he had picked her. 

Just for the summer, that's what they had agreed. Just one summer, that turned into two and then three. He kept every secret she had ever told him held close to his chest, never letting a single one slip out of the confines of his bedroom. He took every weakness she ever had and became it, from his stupid, perfectly styled brown hair to his honey colored eyes. He took every insecurity and flipped it on its head, always turning self deprecating jokes she made into compliments. But in the end, she just couldn’t fill the shoes he wanted her to. 

She told him she wasn’t all in, but she was. By the end of that first summer, she’d fallen so deeply in love with him that she couldn’t go one day without thinking about him, unable to look at any other guy the way she looked at him. She couldn’t be like all of the other girls before, the ones content with summer time flings and one night stands. She wanted it all, and he wanted something fun. He was the king of the jungle and she’d fallen right into her role as his prey, and the second she let her guard down, he went in for the kill.

Steve wanted to forget the past, but nothing he could do would ever make it disappear from his memory. He thought that, maybe, if he could just fall into the monotony of his job at Family Video, he’d eventually be able to forget about her, but it seemed like the more he tried to forget, the more he remembered. Trying to push the past away only made him yearn for a future where he had her again, somewhere away from all of this, her body curled up against his own while they watched all those cheesy vintage movies she loved so much. 

The thing that hurt the most was remembering their conversation of how they imagined their life would be after high school, so far removed from what their lives were like now. 

“What do you think you’re gonna do after high school?” She blinked as she looked up at him, her eyelashes tickling his jaw. “You know, when all of this bullshit is over?”

He blew out a breath through his nose.”I don’t know, never really thought about it.”

“Really? Never once thought about what you want to do with your life when you graduate?”

“I always just kind of assumed I’d work for my dad after high school, I guess.” She moved out from under his arm and rolled over onto her stomach, bare chest pressed against the mattress. 

“Okay, then if you could do anything for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

“I don’t know!” She let out a small laugh, slapping him lightly on the shoulder. 

“Come on, think! There’s gotta be something you’ve always wanted to do.”

“I guess if I had to pick anything, I’d be a teacher.”

Her eyebrows knit together. 

“Hmm.”

“See, it’s stupid-”

“No, it's not stupid! Just not what I expected you to say.” She flipped over to lay on her side, propping her head up with her hand. The blanket fell down and off her chest, and Steve had to stop himself from looking down. “What would you teach?”

“I don’t know, elementary school maybe? I like kids, so why not?”

“You want a big family, I take it?” He rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. Almost instinctively, she laid her head down on his chest, hand drawing circles along his skin while he talked. 

“I guess. House in the suburbs, picket fence, 4, maybe 5, kids.” She let out a loud laugh at that. 

“5? Seriously? You better hope whoever you marry is crazy because any sane woman would stop after 2.” He smiled at that. 

“It's a negotiable number.”

He was so difficult back then, so hard to love, but she did it anyway. He did everything he could to keep up appearances, to keep every girl he knew at arms length and never let them find a way into his heart, but somehow she made it in. She wanted him even when he was that arrogant asshole who wouldn’t even throw her a glance in the hallways, who wanted to keep their summer rendezvous a secret to save his own reputation, and found a way to bring out who he really was when they were alone. He kept every secret she told him locked up in his heart even though the guy he pretended to be would have aired it all out just to hurt her. He knew every one of her insecurities and weaknesses, and she knew all of his, but in the end, she just couldn’t fit the role of what he thought he wanted. 

Just another girl to occupy his time with, another girl to spend the summer with and forget about when the next one came along. Except one summer turned into two, which turned to three, which turned to watching her drive away with all her things packed up to begin her life. She had been all in for him, and he just wasn’t ready for that. At the time, he didn’t even know thats what he’d wanted, but now that she was gone and those summers were over, he wished he had, because all he can think about is how she had been nothing more than prey to him at the time, and he’d killed any chance at the life they’d talked about so many times. A life he kept trying to tell himself he didn’t want with her.

She wondered if it was all worth it, or if it had all just been a waste of time. A waste of time that left her wondering what could have happened if she’d just been honest, if she hadn’t lied to him at the end of that third summer when he asked her if she’d agreed that all of this was just for fun. She still knew all of his favorite foods by heart, still remembered his diner order and the movies he liked to watch when his parents weren’t home. She wanted to forget about all of it, but she couldn’t.

He wondered if it was worth it, hurting her like that. She’d always tell him that it wasn’t anything more to her, that she knew this was all just something to pass the time, but he knew she’d only said it to hide how real it all was for her. He wished he’d been able to recognize how real it had been for him just a little bit sooner, because maybe then he wouldn’t have to sit here and wonder what could have been. He wouldn’t feel like every date he went on was a waste of time, because the person who knew him best was long gone. 

She’d cling to the memories of her summers with Steve like something sacred and fragile, keeping them close as a reminder of when things used to be simple. When she could lie to herself about how she felt about him and still feel like she was telling the truth, when she had that false hope that maybe they could turn into something more than a summer fling. She heard from friends back home that he was a different guy now, but it seemed he was just that guy who would always come out when they were alone by his pool on those warm summer nights. The guy she fell in love with over and over again every summer. 

Maybe, if they met again, he’d be all in for sure, but she wasn’t sure she could be this time.

[zo3mess]

This Is Not A Love Story

Summary: Adrian visits the grave of an "old friend" and tries to come to terms with her death. They say time heals all wounds; does it count even to those who caused them?

Warnings: Dead dove, do not eat. Angst, death of fem!character (not necessarily a reader), strangulation, violence, religious themes, pre-canon timeline

Italics are past events/memories

Word count: 2.8K

Extra songs for this fic

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Note: Just to be clear I don’t see Adrian acting like that, however his overall character has the potential for these kinds of stories. After all, he canonically enjoys killing criminals and called himself and Peacemaker “Born killers” (only killing bad guys, usually, unless there’s a mistake), plus he’s obsessive and impulsive. Also I cried while writing this at some point (blame it on my period) so with all due respect I hope this will make you miserable at least a little.

Thank you all who support my work and I’m sorry if this was a bit too much. Have a great day, loves <3

It had started as a love story.

That is what Adrian is sure of. The only memory he truly trusts, sitting in his mind and reminding him of the time, all those years back. It started as a pure and innocent crush. The intertwining of two grieving souls in the graveyard.

The same graveyard he is walking to now. Feet are heavy, knees threatening to give up under him, shaking hand grasping two white lilies. He doesn’t remember the last time he was this scared.

This place always brought some sort of weird comfort to him. It brought peace whenever he visited the grave of his family. Solace of not being the only one drowning in grief and sadness. Now? A place of sheer horror and guilt.

The truth is he has no idea why he’s walking to the place that haunts him in sleep, for some reason today feels right to dig up skeletons from the closet.

Adrian was standing above his family’s grave, candle already burning, fresh flowers decorating the sad grey tombstone, however, his attention was somewhere else. A girl, around his age, sitting down next to the newer grave not too far from him.

She was talking and even though he could not hear her, sadness was visible on her face. Her perfect face, cheeks all red from the cold autumn wind that was also messing her hair in the most flawless way.

A little smile appeared with one-sided farewell when she was leaving. But the silhouette would not leave Adrian’s mind for a while.

His mind carried another lovely memory of her standing so elegantly under the black umbrella in heavy rain. A few stray raindrops shimmered on her skin and dropped on her coat. Hair stuck to her face and wet eyelashes completed the soft look. He found out she was talking to the grave of her father. They must have been very close.

Each time Adrian saw her smiling more and more, dealing with the death of her close relative, he was more certain she was an angel on Earth, a holy figure sent to torture him with her charm. Perfect. Untouchable.

If only she looked behind her to see Adrian standing next to his family’s grave and thought the same about him. So close, yet so far. If only she would listen to his hasty love confessions and sweet words. He would have been on his knees the second she asked, he would grovel in dirt for one smile just for him.

Legs carry him mindlessly, a habit of his late visits to bring fresh flowers and dust off Chase’s grave located far away from the entrance. Burly willow throwing cooling shade on the final resting place.

Adrian tried to go there many times before, but he was not able to stay for long. A ghost of the poor girl was haunting the place. Even now he can see her figure float around the majestic tree, a place where she died.

He isn’t sure if the specter is just his mind playing tricks on him and not letting him forget his heinous act or if she was, in fact, a real ghost haunting him for what he did. Either way it worked. Since that night he tries to be better, to do good, albeit in his own twisted way, but he tries to become the person she deserved to meet all those years back.

The lump in his throat is so unpleasant, his head starts to hurt and ringing in his ears gets louder. Is that another trick from his body to remind him he shouldn’t be here or is there something supernatural about it? Adrian is basically vibrating out of his skin and his hands are destroying stems of perfectly picked flowers with their tight hold. Until…

Silence.

Everything falls quiet when he arrives at the crest of her grave. Tombstone from light marble, a plenty of bouquets playing in all colors and plush toys all around. How ironic of a grave to be so lively.

His simple white lilies suddenly look like nothing, but he must lay them down between the rest. She deserves them and all the other flowers in the world, as well as stars and anything else she would have thought of. If only he could bring her all those things.

Between tributes, rose petals and burned-out candles there lays a photo in frame with engraved words ‘We miss you’. And no matter how hard Adrian tries not to cry, his throat starts to burn and eyes swell upon seeing her smiling among her friends on the picture.

He isn’t one of them, he never was and never would have been. The fact he is just standing there and sniffling above the grave of someone he snatched away was outrageous. He shouldn't have come there.

But after all, if the girl hasn’t come to the cemetery when she shouldn’t have, maybe it would be different.

Adrian started to leave notes on the grave of her father, it was with good intention, but could be easily interpreted as something menacing. He knew firsthand how dangerous people can be and all he wanted for her was to be safe and sound. So why not remind her of few tips to keep herself protected?

Notes like: ‘Don’t forget to look your backdoors’ or ‘check the backseat of your car’. He saw them as simple warnings, what he didn’t see was the reaction she had to them. Sudden notes sticked to the grave, messy handwriting, almost weekly occurrence, it all freaked her out and sent chills down her spine, but she didn’t want to stop coming to the grave of dear parent despite being sure someone was watching her.

And few days before New Year’s Adrian heard his girl talk to her dead father again, promising she will visit him two days after the celebration of New Year. Two days. It gave Adrian the kick he needed to actually walk out of his home and watch the fireworks as he walked to the cemetery that fateful night.

Smell of gunpowder and smoke filled his lungs when he stood above the grave of girl’s father in the dark. He was preparing to plaster another note on the tombstone, but the tape kept latching on his gloves. All too focused on his task he didn’t notice the soft crunching of snow that got closer and closer.

“So it’s you who keeps bothering me!” A yelp made Adrian stop what he was doing in surprise. And the source? His beautiful angel. All pampered up in a nice dress, on her way to New Year’s party, but unexpected sadness made her stop there on her way to celebrations.

She shouldn’t be here. She wasn’t supposed to be here… Was all he could think of. “I can explain-“

“I’m calling the police. You’ve been stalking me for weeks!” She didn’t even let him finish before flipping out her phone and dialing number with her already cold fingers.

Adrian took step closer to her on instinct, but she immediately took a step back to keep the distance with a warning look, her finger just hovering over the call icon. He slowly inched closer again, his hands up in defense, he already knew he lost her when she took another two steps back.

They kept dancing around each other with caution until she tripped over one of the graves nearby, making her topple to the ground. Adrian moved quickly to catch her, but failed miserably and fell on top of her. Or more like launched at her.

“Get off me, you freak!” She screamed in fear, making their ears ring. A stranger that possibly stalked her was suddenly pinning her to the ground while her phone drowned in the snow out of her reach, of course she was afraid.

Freak. She saw him as a freak, but it still could be undone, no? Adrian could still explain his weird behavior and the sudden ambush. She just needed to calm down and stop screaming. Oh God, she needed to stop screaming before someone might have noticed hem.

Terror in her eyes made his heart skip, she shouldn’t be afraid of him, of course not. His hands cupped her cheeks, the scratchy material of his gloves made her shiver even more. Adrian just wanted to calm her down, make her look into his eyes shining in the darkness of the dawn so she could see he had no bad intentions.

At least he thought he didn’t have any bad intentions.

She wriggled underneath him, desperate to run away. Couldn’t his love see that all of this was just a misunderstanding? That they were made for each other?

He had no idea why he did what he did then. He just knew she needed to be quiet. Hands sliding down her face to her lovely neck. Fingers stretching around it so perfectly. Flickering eyes, dilated pupils, following the movement. He could feel her windpipe already struggling to take in the much-needed oxygen.

She did not even scream anymore, only quiet sobs filled the night air. Eyes puffy and red, pleading for mercy. Something he could not grant her, too busy being drunk on power.

Grip tightening…

Tightening…

What happened next was a blur. Not a single reasonable thought. Heat of the moment clouding mind and body.

And yet, certain details etched in his memory; how fast his heart was beating, the buzzing of blood coursing through her neck under his fingers, smaller hands scratching onto him, gurgling sounds and most importantly her eyes…

Fading light as the hope dropped, as life left her with one last breath.

His grip loosened the second realization hit him what he’d done, and sheer panic took hold, paralyzing him on the spot.

He wanted to be a part of her life, the same as she would be part of his. Never in a million years he wanted to take her life. But his twisted mind was filled with brutish greed, the urge to take and never give back.

And he did. He took away the wings from his angel. Becoming the very predator he warned her about.

“I haven’t seen you here before,” Raspy voice makes Adrian twitch in surprise. An older lady appears next to him like a ghost. “Old friend?”

“You could say that.” Calling himself a friend was more than cruel. He wishes he was a friend, not a stranger with uncontrollable impulses. A friend she would spend the celebrations with. She could have danced the night away with him, cooled his heated face with a cold glass full of whiskey, and maybe even given a New Year’s kiss for good luck.

He wishes he wasn’t so stupid and walked away when he had the chance. But the recklessness and certain buried predatory instincts were stronger than any logic.

“She was such a kind girl. Always helped me with groceries, fed my cats while I was gone…” Her voice dies at the end as grief overcomes her once again. Her quiet sniffling makes Adrian look at her. Understanding of the situation getting clearer. His hands took away not just a girl visiting the graveyard. She had a life, a job, a family, friends. He took that all away.

All that was left were eerie reminders afterward. An empty coffee mug sitting in the sink with the imprint of her lipstick still sticky, an unmade bed hopelessly waiting for the owner to fall into the soft sheets, an abandoned work project open on her computer at work, a barista in a café expecting the regular customer that orders Americano with two sugars.

“Would you believe they never found her killer? Whoever did this should rot in Hell.” The spite in the old lady’s voice is close to unbearable to Adrian’s ears, but deep down he knows it’s right.

“Yeah, they should.” He can’t say more or less. He should suffer, he wishes he would suffer more for her death. Because the punishment never came except for his own remorse.

Days after Adrian rotted in bed, shielded from the world, patiently waiting for the police to knock on his door. They never came for him.

Every hour, every minute he kept checking the news about the hideous murder. Poor girl never lived long enough to see the fireworks firing at midnight.

Tears were streaming down his face and wetting the sheets, skin on his arms was scratched from attempts to punish himself for what he did. Oh, and those thoughts swimming in his head and voices screaming and accusing him. The feeling of emptiness deepened with the realization of slight pleasure. Certain good feelings rose in him when he held her neck, the feeling of power, it disgusted him even more now it was over.

Part of him wanted to walk to the police precinct and give himself up, the fear controlling the other part was stronger. He was no better than any criminal he beats up under the veil of darknesst, what had he become? Secretly he hoped for a death late at night, he would gladly let the ghost of the girl come and strangle him in return. Her cold hands and deadly stare would be more than welcome. But ghosts don’t come back for revenge, so he just waited… Penance never arrived.

What’s the use of wielding the swords of justice, when you’re unable to execute the verdict when time calls?

Seconds, minutes pass as he stands between the graves, completely ignoring everything around him, just staring on the grave as sun beams bounce of all the glass candles and laminated photos of better times.

But there’s still one last stop before he can leave and never come back ever again, or at least until he’s brave enough to face actions of his past.

The chapel… Still as brightly as he remembers and still fear infusing and scary.

The air is still soaked with mold and the age of wooden benches. All cold and unpersonal. No one is there except for an old man sitting in the front, muttering prayers under his breath that are echoing through the big hall.

Adrian sits at the very back, as close as he can to the exit so he can sprint off the second his mind shows him the painful memory. He left her there, right by the altar in the middle and he is sure he will be reminded of it by his own brain. It’s like part of him wants to push him around while the other is screaming for help. He never thought of himself as schizophrenic or to have split personality, but this is quite close to madness.

Adrian couldn’t leave her laying in coldness of the snow. Maybe she just fell into a shock and some warmth would wake her up, right?

He dragged her body all the way to the small building, imitating a chapel. Stale air and dark corners accompanied his course. Deep down he knew it was too late to save her, but the panic seeping through him pushed him to try to wake her up. He called her name, stroked her cheeks before lightly slapping them, shook her body, all with no avail.

His warm tears dripping down on her lifeless stare, even though there was no light behind her eyes, they were shooting daggers right through him. Calling out his true nature. The monster in his soul.

Sparks from fireworks outside lightened the room from time to time, making the stained glass shine and flicker. The window pictured Pietà, Virgin Mary cradling the body of Jesus Christ. She lost her loved one to the hands of  jealousy and chase for power and riches.

And under them, under the holy picture, was Adrian cradling the cold body of his loved one. But unlike the sacred picture above, they weren’t holy, there was no story of greatness to come, this was just a tragedy. And not every loss is the same.

Then he just left her there. Fragile body leaning against the altar, dead eyes staring ahead of her, watching Adrian leave through the heavy wooden doors.

Leaving her alone forever.

Leaving her until morning when early birds already come begging for forgiveness for the sins of the celebratory night. Until half drunken people find themselves in front of a dead body in the chapel and with piercing scream they alert everyone else to come and see the gruesome sight of the warm morning that melted snow and bared secrets.

It’s a strong déjà vu for Adrian. He walks in the same steps through the corridor of the chapel, out and under the early spring sun, back to his car. Where he just sits and stares to space. Everything is still so painful, it stings his heart.

Maybe in another life it ended all differently. In alternative reality they got their happy ending and lived happily ever after, or at least an ending where she continued to live her life without ever meeting Adrian.

There’s still hope he will be forgiven. By God, by the world, by her, by the soul chained to him as a painful reminder. But not now.

He knows he doesn’t deserve it yet.

[anarchictemptation]

So, I've had a bit of an emotional journey when it came down to getting these trolls uploaded and, uh.I'm sort of in a venty mode, so I'm doing a read more cut just so I don't bother people (TW for Drug Abuse and Suicidal Thoughts mentioned)

It became less of "lol, look at all these trolls I've had over the years, let's sell them" to a bit of a crippling "I did this to cope with what was happening to me and this is the financial repercussions of that"

When I joined the Homestuck fandom, I was 16. A long ago ex-friend had gotten me into it because he was an obsessive fan and I REALLY liked astrology at the time, so obviously what was gonna stop me from getting into this silly little webcomic? (Nepeta my BELOVED! Leo's for life!!!)

I've never really shared this with anyone outside of my CLOSEST of close friends, but I was in a really nasty situation. My parents were on drugs, deeply into it at the time of me joining Homestuck, and were basically nonexistent at that point of my life. They'd disappear for days at a time with no sign of them coming back anytime soon, so, while looking after my little brother, I'd get lost in this fandom and obtaining fantrolls was my own sick little kick

I wasn't creative at the time to really make my own, I'd just use sprite bases and all my own guys were basic as hell, but, when I found out troll adopts were a thing, I was OBSESSED

Some oldies might remember me being EVERYWHERE back in the day on DA under the unusualKitten alias. I was on every single page I could find trying to get at least ONE fantroll that someone had posted newly in the groups. It was amazing! I could drown myself in these guys I was getting and bury myself in art of them so that I could avoid the world that I was stuck in

Honestly, without that "distraction", I probably would've killed myself years ago

It was all I had in a shit world, it even led me making a short-time friend in my final year of high school, but it was fun

And then I grew up

Some things happened that involved me being the fucking savior of my family by dragging them out of that hell with my own two broken hands only for the sake of my brother. My mom got clean, my dad died because he couldn't get clean, I had been working a job in which case they'd have stolen my money almost every time I got it (like THAT was anything new), and we were just sort of stuck in limbo for a long time after that

I was still a part of Homestuck, but I wasn't A part of it anymore, if that makes any sense. Most I done was win a spot in the For Fans By Fans design contest with my Heir's Tears submission (Only 1 or 2 people bought the shirt and, two those people, I FUCKING LOVE YOUUUU, y'all are so cool), but I was pretty much dead in the water

Until I reconnected with my bestest friend

She helped me to regain the love again, as we'd rp a lot with all our different versions of canon characters bc we're maniacs (Which will ALL be featured in MSCOTT once I get back on the ball for writing it!)

And, as I sit here today, looking back on everything that happened 11 years ago, I've realized that things are a lot different now. I'm no longer the heavily traumatized kid I was back then, I have a life outside of the fantrolls I've hoarded over the years

And, yeah, it hurts seeing a lot of these guys go, it feels like a bit of myself is leaving with them, but that's not a part of my life anymore, that was a part of HER life

Don't get me wrong, I STILL love fantrolls and still have a handful of my own that I'll fight ANYONE over, but. I think it's time to let go of a past that I don't really want to be haunted by anymore

(But I hope this explains why I generate a LOT of fantrolls and then suddenly they're being given up as soon as something's done with them, hha, old habits die hard)

Thanks for readingggg, time to go cry a bittt!

[silversodas]

Something I Noticed In The Lackadaisy pilot

Someone a couple of years ago pointed out on here that Rocky collects death flags like ants at a picnic, and that he had a lot of drowning and being washed away by a river and river symbolism in general and let me tell you, when I saw that opening

And the first thing we see is Rocky over a FLOWING river, I got literal chills and his poem he recited while walking along the tracks (yeah freaking suspended train tracks over a giant river) made it so eerie and a little haunting I LOVE IT!! But I was also like “uuuummmm”

But the being washed away by a river symbolism shows up in the pilot too!

And I am just like “UUUUMMMMMMM!!!!”

Something I also noticed in the comics, during Ivy’s symbolic dream, (I can’t find the art) dream Ivy comes across Rocky and Calvin/Freckle getting booze out of a fake grave, Rocky is inside the grave clamoring over the booze and Freckle is just outside it with a shovel in his hand. Since it’s a symbolic dream to me that symbolizes that this dream is a warning, that Rocky is already in his grave and Freckle is gonna be right behind him if he isn’t careful because he is digging his own grave by fallowing Rocky, the grave digging symbolism for freckle makes an appearance as well

Now he is not already in his grave like Rocky was, he is just digging it and Ivy has Freckles position that he did in Ivy’s dream. Their fate is vary up in the air but who knows

Freckle and Ivy actually seem already pretty close knit and always together, but I can tell he hasn’t known Ivy long, not just because of the comics. Watching the pilot you know that Rocky and freckle share a few…quirks

Rocky appears to either not care or is not self aware enough to hide this from people but freckle definitely try’s to keep it under wraps, the contrast with showing Ivy these quirks is note worthy. Like how Rocky starts to let his freak off the leash by laughing manically with no explanation before running off to commit several crimes

And Ivy’s literal response was to nonchalantly ask “oh, is it playtime now?”

Like if you tear through the door, laughing maniacally, because you’re thinking about all the cunt your about to serve, giving no explanation. And your friend doesn’t respond with “oh, is it time to pop off?” Are you really even friends?

Ivy is used to Rocky but not Freckle, poor guy even try’s to explain what he is feeling when he goes trigger happy

But once he makes direct eye contact with her he chickens out. He isn’t used to talking about this with people but is trusting Ivy at a rapid rate, just not quite there yet. And I get why he is trusting her so quickly, she seems like the type of person that even if she doesn’t understand you, you can be yourself around her

Edit: I forgot some details of Ivy’s dream, I reblogged the comic attachment @skywarriorupham was nice enough to find for me, ugh I wish I looked harder, but my conclusion about it is still the same, only difference is that there are actual bones in the grave, kinda showing Rocky is picking at the corpse of a time in his life that’s now over and is going to get killed for it. And instead of a shovel Calvin is sitting outside the grave on the floor holding what looks like Rocky’s hat and is just staring at it. I have ideas but I haven’t figured that symbolism yet, other then he could definitely be next if he isn’t careful

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First meetings (Amanda, Tiffany, Dani)

Home Depot, 9:45pm

Your shift has been grueling and you're more than eager to start closing up, but a woman rushes in so quick she nearly bumps into the automatic door

She's skittish; her fingers twitch rhythmically, and she keeps adjusting her hood to sit better over her head

You drowsily watch her circle the store for ten minutes

Eventually she grows frustrated and lifts her head

The look in her eyes nails you into place. There's more sclera than iris, and it makes her look like a dog straining at its chain

She marches toward you with the determination of someone about to kill, and you almost want to disappear between the shelves and hope someone else will pick up your slack

In the end you stand your ground, though, and try to hide the soft tremble of your fingers. She stops so close to you that she nearly steps on your toes

"I need an external hex screw," she says. No hello, no introduction. Definitely no smile.

Now she's up close, she's barely even looking at you. Her eyes comb through everything but your face, starting from the meandering customers at the back and ending at the gardening tools you were lazily organizing. She reminds you of a nervous rat scanning for trouble

"This way, ma'am," you eventually say and begin to lead her down the isle

The walk is completely silent, and the whole way the woman keeps glancing at you like you're not moving fast enough

"We don't have them individually packaged, unfortunately," you say as the shelf is in sight

She only nods in reply

"Did you have a size in mind?"

Another nod, no elaboration. Her eyes scour the row you gesture at, and then she snatches the box she needs off the shelf

Without a word, she turns and heads off, presumably toward the exit

You can't help staring at the back of her head as she goes. It's not like this is the first rude customer you've ever come across, but there's something haunting about her, like you'd just dodged a bullet by not making conversation

Regardless, there's a gnawing curiosity somewhere in the back of your head, an itch in the tips of your fingers, a desire to know more

You entertain the idea of going after her, asking her name and why she looks so out of place at a hardware store near closing time

By now she's probably shoved cash at the poor guy working the register and barrelled out the door, and it is much, much too late to do anything about it

As much as you agonize over it, you end up leaving the show half an hour early

It was supposed to be a fun Friday with thrash metal and friends, but all you got was the worst migraine in a year

To crown it all off, you miss your bus by mere seconds because the driver couldn't wait for you to catch up - even though you're sure he saw you waving

Your place isn't that far, only a thirty minute walk or so, but at this hour you'd have much preferred to sit down and listen to your ears ring than dodge creeps on the sidewalk

There's no real option, though, so you swallow the string of curses that teases the tip of your tongue and get going. At the very least it's not raining anymore

Three turns and an alley later, you jaywalk across the street and come to the front of a closed up video store. The neon lights still blink, but the building is nothing but bones anymore

Right by the corner, her face drowned by shadows, stands a woman. The fishnets alone are enough to catch your attention

"Got a light?" she asks. Her voice is smooth and crackly, like nails on worn denim

You couldn't possibly consider walking past her. You don't know if it's the poorly bleached hair, the leather jacket or the legs as long as your journey home, but you stop in front of her and dig through your pockets

After an awkward second or two, you pull out a cheap plastic lighter with a scratched label and flick it on

Her grin is hungry as she leans forward to let the flame lick her cigarette

After she's taken a drag, she looks you up and down

"What's a pretty thing like you doing out so late?"

You shrug and clear your throat. "Missed my bus."

"Public transit, am I right?" She laughs - the sound is cheap and dirty like pennies against marble. She takes another drag and blows the smoke right in your face

You fight off the instinct to cough and hope that you might have impressed her by inhaling as slow and smooth as you can make it

She doesn't say anything else, but the way she looks at you shifts. The way she delicately squints her eyes feels searching, like she's assessing you

The realization of where and when you are strikes you like sparks across the back of a match and you take this as your sign to get going

"I'm in a hurry, but um." You pause, unsure of how to remove yourself from this situation without offending her. "Have a good night."

The woman lifts her cigarette at you with a smile

You keep peeking over your shoulder the entire way home, because even after you've turned the corner you swear you can feel her eyes on your back

It's only after checking the lock on your front door three times that you can really breathe

The campus library has never been a particularly busy place, but tonight it is even more sparingly occupied than usual

It doesn't take long to find the textbooks you were looking for, so you take a few moments to browse; see if there's anything interesting in the sociology section, or maybe something on philosophy to read before bed

As you pass historical non-fiction, you see her out of the corner of your eye

It's that woman from introduction to cognitive science who always arrives late and leaves five minutes early. She's tucked at the furthest end of a table between two massive hardwood shelves, and it doesn't take long to figure out that she's crying

She holds her sleeve against her mouth but the look on her face is almost frightening. Her eyes are squeezed shut and there's a crease between her brows so deep it could've been carved with a knife

You stand there looking like a fool, shoes glued to the floor because you can't help but stare

She opens her eyes and pulls her head up to breathe in, but her inhale is splintered, like her lungs have lost all sense

Then she turns and reaches for something in her bag with trembling hands - her phone

She types something, bent in half at the waist, and then wipes her forehead with her sleeve

She has to hold the table for support as she rights herself, and as she lifts her head to look at something, maybe the clock over your head, she sees you

There's this look in her eye, like a child caught stealing

Guilt. Fear. Knowledge of the fact that she's out of place and she's been seen

She throws her books into her bag, zips it up and rushes past you, nearly tripping over her feet as she bumps into you

"Hey, are you-" The words follow the woman in a dripping echo, but either she can't hear you or she's choosing not to

The few people in the building glare at you and your raised voice, and you try to ignore the heat creeping up the neckline of your shirt

You almost run to the self checkout, but by the time you've made it out the door, the woman is long gone

If she makes it to class next week, maybe you'll try and talk to her

Maybe

[strawberryshortcake1495]

I just realized I like- never introduced my TOH Folklore OC to you guys? Idk why I forgot, but here you go.

This little goober here is Eden. She was the very first human to arrive in the Demon Realm. She lived in an orphanage for the majority of her life until she was 12 years old. The owners of the orphanage were very cruel and unfair, they made the children work while they lounged and drank all day long. One day, Eden grew tired of the abuse and went to a lake to drown herself. She jumped in and assumed this was the end of her life. But the lake she jumped in happened to be a portal to the Demon Realm. She woke up in a cave and was pretty confused on why she wasn’t dead yet. The Collector, who was exploring the Demon Realm, found her and was amazed by her strange features. He carried her up into the air and took her to the Titans, who welcomed her with open arms. From then now, Eden’s life was paradise. She made so many new friends and grew closer to the Collector, becoming their best friend. During this time, she created a mask which replicated a titan’s skull. Eden occasionally wore this mask when she was goofing off with the other baby titans.

But of course, nothing ever lasts forever. The Archivists have learned about the titans and had decided that they needed to be killed immediately. The Titan Trappers began to lure the baby titans to private locations where they’d brutally murder them and steal their skulls, one by one. Unfortunately, Eden was mistaken as one of these baby titans since she was wearing her mask. She followed a Titan Trapper to an empty room where they grabbed her by her hair and began bashing her head against the wall. She took off her mask and was screaming that she wasn’t one of them, but the Titan Trapper killed her anyway because she had already seen too much. This was what began the Archivist and Titan War. The Collector didn’t know what happened to his best friend and tried to bring her back repeatedly, but to no avail.

Papa Titan’s anger and grief then stirred to the Collector, he blamed them of being involved in the murder of his children. Of course, we all know what happened next. Eden was a buried memory in the Collector’s mind, but they never truly forgot her. When they were venting to Luz in Watching and Dreaming, he brought her up for a second, which caused Luz to ask who she was. He then proceeded to explain his history with the titans and how Eden was his only real friend because she never lied to him once in her life. In the In-Between Realm, Luz hesitantly asked about Eden. Papa Titan told her that she was like a daughter to him, and that he loved her so much.

But what happened to Eden? Nobody knows. Maybe she’s out there somewhere. Watching. Waiting. For what? We’ll never know. No matter if she’s a ghost or was just simply erased from existence, she will always haunt the Collector wherever they go.

Also she can say 🚬.

[starpearlz]

Spooky story at the camp fire scares the reader so much they can't sleep and Xaxier spends all night looking after them (lots of fluff with a bunch if teasing)

Lake Erie legend -> Xavier Thorpe

Nevermore summer camp Masterlist

A/n - sorry this took forever been a busy bee 1.5k

“These are not scary at all.” You said bluntly, staring in front of you too look at Kent rolling his eyes. “I told you I’m not creative enough for this!” The siren said as he tossed the flashlight to Ajax who was right next to him. “But really, the most known horror character in history!” You argued back, “but I thought it was the best one! We are at a summer camp you know, by a lake!” He said throwing his hands up in defense. Making Xavier chuckle who sat on his right.

“But we could totally survive Jason! Ajax could just stone him or something!” You yelled back making Wednesday rolled her eyes “I’m going to sleep.” She said getting up from the right side of the log and started walking to the cabin. You turned to Enid who had marshmallows stuffed in her mouth, they were for making s’mores, the perfect opportunity to make them with the warm fire in front of us, but Enid started eating them all. She quickly got up with two marshmallows in her mouth, “wait for me-“ she muffled before turning back to take the marshmallow bag with her.

“Well, we lost our marshmallows now..” you mumbled, Xavier pursed his lips together moving next to you where Enid was siting. You turned to look at him thinking he was looking at you, but he had his head straight staring at the fire you noticed his leg bouncing up and down. You turned to Ajax who had the flashlight in his face, “let me tell you about Lake Erie legend.” You sighed turning to face him to listen.

“A group of sailors were taking a boat ride on a lake, when a black Newfoundland dog fell overboard and the crew ignored him as he drowned. After the incident, people near the lake reported hearing howls throughout the night.” He paused turning to you, seeing that your actually listening and not groaning. You heard a howl throughout the forest making you turn around to see nothing.

“This dog currently haunts this lake” you turned back to see him point to to the lake next to us, “the legends said, that if anyone goes near this lake; the dog will think it’s one of the men that Ignored him. And will take revenge to those sailors who let him drown.” You rolled your eyes. “I’ve been here a million times no dog has killed me yet-“ you stopped as you felt claws pick you up and threw you into the lake. You picked your head back up to see wolf ears in the water, your eyes widen scared you dunk your head back in the water to see a rainbow haired wolf.

You piped your head back up splashing her getting out of the water, as you heard everyone laugh. “Oh you were scared!” Ajax said laughing holding his stomach as Xavier threw a towel over your shoulder. “So not funny” you said putting the towel closer to you. “It really is” Kent said in the middle of laughing with him. You heard a little giggle next to, you turned your head to him and hit him in stomach as you turned away back to your cabin. “You guys are assholes!” You yelled at them.

You opened your cabin door to see Wednesday reading a black book on her bed with thing on her shoulder. “You two should’ve worn me.” You said getting dry clothes out. “I would’ve but then I remembered when you forced me to do arts and crafts.” You sighed going to the bathroom to take a shower.

—

‘Damn Ajax and Enid’, you thought tossing and turning in your bed. You couldn’t stop thinking about that damn dog, you were just out there with Xavier a couple of nights ago. He’s not real, yet you can’t stop thinking about you. Groaning as you got up quickly getting your jacket again leaving the cabin. You only tried to sleep for an hour but you knew if you stayed in bed you wouldn’t sleep all night.

You didn’t go to the dock this time because you didn’t want to fall in or to the campfire in the forest, it’s way too dark to be in the forest. You sat on the bench in the middle of all the cabins and watched the lake. You wish you brought a flashlight not being able to see nothing but pitch black. You heard rustling next to you making you gasp and turn to the sound. “Don’t panic it’s just me.” With a click a flashlight was on and you Xavier with a flashlight pointed to his face.

You sighed, “do you have a tracking device on me where you can see when I leave the cabin or what?” He chuckled taking a seat next to you, he put the flashlight in between the two of you facing the water. “No I don’t, but I knew you weren’t gonna be able to sleep tonight, especially bc of how ‘scared’ you got.” He chuckled emphasizing the scared part making your mouth drop open. “I was not scared ok.”

“Mhm, sure you weren’t.” He said giving a smirk and crossing his arms. “I wasn’t!” “You so we’re!” You shook your head as he chuckled, “why are you awake?” You asked changing the subject. As he shrugged, “I don’t know, couldn’t sleep..” he said leaning more on the bench. “Why, you didn’t get scared.” “Couldn’t stop thinking about your face when you got thrown in the lake.” He said facing the lake as you turned to him. “Ohh, you were thinking about me, that’s why you couldn’t sleep.”

“No, no I was not thinking about you.” “But, you kinda were thinking about my face.” You argued back turning to him as he sat up more shaking his head. “I only thought about your scared face-“ “ha! So you admit it you were thinking about me.” You said as you both started laughing. “Alright fine, I was thinking about your scared face.” You groaned as he laughed.

“Why didn’t you warn me about them?” You said turning your body to him “they didn’t tell me.” He said bluntly. “Be fucking for real right now, Ajax your best friend and he’s your roommate you had to have known.” He shook his head “I swear on Nevermore I didn’t know. And plus if I did know I would’ve told you.” Making you confused “why?” Your question made him confused “why what?” “Why would you have told me?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know.. I just think that if this happened to me and you didn’t tell me I would’ve been.. I don’t know, upset?” Back to you now being confused “why would you be upset?” He thought for a second pursing his lips. “I consider you a close friend.. and stuff..” he trailed of staring at the ground. “But we just started talking again recently, you already consider me a close friend?” You said confused.

“Of course I do I’ve known you for like ever,” “then why did you stop talking to me when you and Bianca started dating?” He got tense for a second, “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice..” that statement made you make a face. “Of course I noticed, we we’re friends and you just stopped sitting next to me.”

“Last year, Bianca had asked me to stop talking to you.. because I kinda, had a crush on you..” you thought back, now it all makes so much sense when he would give you little flowers that ‘he found on thornhill gave him’ or when he would give you all the answers without a second thought, and he saved your seat everyday.

“Um.. I had no idea..” you said crossing your arms as he made a face, “I think it was actually pretty obvious.. or maybe your just oblivious.” You scoffed “I am not oblivious!” You argued back making him chuckle. You yawned “at these moments I really wish I had my phone, I would kill to listen to music again.” You sighed rubbing your eyes leaning on the bench as Xavier got up. “I have an idea, but you cannot laugh at me.” He said getting up and he walked to his cabin as you sighed snuggling closer to your jacket.

Xavier came back with a blanket and something else that you can’t see. “Here..” he said throwing the blanket on you. “Oh.. thank you.” You mumbled “why would I make fun of you?” He chuckled “well, this was my moms, she would take it to Nevermore when she was younger.” He pulled out a cassette player.

“Wait that’s actually sick.” You said tired as he pulled out earbuds. He plugged them in and handed on to you and put on the other one. He pressed play and put it next to the flashlight. He got closer as a song played that you didn’t now. “I like this song..” you mumbled as your eyes closed, your head got heavy and decided to put your head on Xavier shoulder falling asleep.

[chickennuggetofchaos]

i should probably be asleep rn but i literally CANNOT sleep so might as well ramble on the tumblor tumbling website

keep reading if you want to read my ramble ig

the underworld

the one motif at the begining the dododododoodoodoo

"WHYYY WOULD YOU LET THE CYCLOPS LIIIVE WHEN RUTHLESSNESS IS MEERCYYYYYYYYYY"

i love how they reused the line from the cut song its SJOHSuihjfhsdofdos

oH MY GOD POLITES JUMSCARE???? I PREDICTED HE WAS GONNA BE IN THE UNDERWORLD SAGA BUT AT THE SAME TIME I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THAT

i wasn't expecting to hear odysseus' mom as well!! (apparently she's played by jays mom??? which is like AHUISGUIHOHSUS)

how odysseus' voice softened when he heard polites and his mom AUAGHAUJHJHJAH

"Bye, Mom" SOBBING SCREAMING CRYING AUHUIJHJAHJdhui I WILL NEVER EMOTIONALLY RECOVER

no longer you

mason is the perfect voice for tiresias

"But that's not a world I know" "What."

tiresias prophesizing!!! AUGHSHSGYGSJH tHE LYRICS ARE SO GOOD When the witch turns men to pigs to protect her nymphs Is she going insane? Or did she learn to be colder when she got older and now she saves them the pain? When a god comes down and makes a fleet drown Is he scared that he's doing something wrong? Or does he keep us in check so we must respect him And now no one dares to piss him off? Does a soldier use a wooden horse to kill sleeping Trojans cause he is vile? Or does he throw away his remorse and save more lives with guile

i love the piano at "I see your palace covered in red"

"I see your wife with a man who is haunting, a man with a trail of bodies" "WHO!?"

OAOUGHHH MY GOD THE WAY ODYSSEUS SCREAMS "WHO"

tiresias singing the prophecy again but more i n t e n s e

AUAGSHJHSHJSDGUSJDHLSHSDHSOHSAJSAHISLADJSLADJ

monster

odysseus talking about to polyphemus, circe, and poseiden being ruthless and comparing it to himself

Is the cyclops struck with guilt when he kills? Is he up in the middle of the night? Or does he end my men to avenge his friend And then sleep knowing he has done him right? When the witch turns men to pigs to protect her nymphs Is she going insane? Or did she learn to be colder when she got older and now she saves them the pain? When a god comes down and makes a fleet drown Is he scared that he's doing something wrong? Or does he keep us in check so we must respect him And now no one dares to piss him off? Does a soldier use a wooden horse to kill sleeping Trojans cause he is vile? Or does he throw away his remorse and save more lives with guile

"OOHHHH RUTHLESSNESS IS MERCY UPON OUURSELVES"

"And if I gotta drop another infant from a wall in an instant so we all don't die" AUAGSHUJISOJ the way he doesn't hesitate saying that. He'll do ANYTHING to get home at this point

THE ENTIRE SONG IS SO GOOD ALL THE SONGS ARE SO GAIJHLSJLSJLSJBVYSBDONYu

guys i MIGHT spontaneously combust AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[yuridovewing]

Keep thinking about the Darktail twist and man I still think that Onestar was such a random choice for “has an illegitimate kid”. when imo Blackstar makes wayyyyy more sense. Like, consider, Blackfoot has a fling with Smoke when he’s still in exile during TPB. Smoke is wayyy more dedicated to him than he is to her, he actually looks down on her for being a kittypet.

By the time she’s pregnant though, he’s rejoined ShadowClan under Tigerstar. And oh man. Xenophobia is rife and alive and outspoken. And when Smoke tells Blackfoot about their kits, there’s no room for weakness. He lashes out at Smoke, maybe even outright attacks her (remember this guy killed Stonefur) and threatens her, telling her to either get off of his land forever or he’ll take care of their kits himself.

She’s either pregnant at that point or she’s had Darkkit and was trying to introduce them. Maybe the latter cause Smoke would not be coming back to ask ShadowClan to take him. Plus it’d be a formative memory to Darkkit that sticks with him for the rest of his life. Instead, she runs back home, Darkkit in tow. Warning him as he grew up to never go into the forest, lest his father find him and get rid of him.

Smoke lives out the rest of her days paranoid and distressed, Blackfoot knows where she lives. It gets worse when she hears that he’s become leader and could potentially send cats after her. Darktail grows up, angry and bitter that his mother was traumatized so. And he vows revenge. He trains himself, learns from the remnants of BloodClan how the clan cats fight. When Smoke dies, he leaves their twolegs to follow the clans, long gone at that point.

Revenge has consumed him, dedicating his life to unleashing his wrath onto Blackstar and his followers. He fantasized about how he would gut Blackstar and rip out each of his nine lives, dangle his dirty little secret over his clan and threatening their oh-so-fragile pride. He was going to make sure he would be considered Blackstar's worst mistake- that would be his end.

He sets up the Kin among some of the cats he trained with, some being former BloodClan cats. At first, it's formed in honor. He wanted to live with his friends was all, and this way they'd all be fed and healthy. But it slowly took a dark turn as Darktail still prioritized revenge above all else. He quickly grew manipulative, and while he still valued his cats, he began to view them more as pawns in a game of chess. A game he was always playing against Blackstar- even if Blackstar didn't know it. He took in vulnerable cats, promising them power and prestige, when he really was only concerned with how they could benefit his schemes. It takes him so long to get to a place where he can release an onslaught on his father’s clan.

… But when he arrives, Blackstar is dead. He drowned a year before Darktail arrived. He was buried, ShadowClan moved on, that was that. Darktail felt numb. It was all for nothing. Revenge on Blackstar, the thing that had driven him for so long, was gone. There was nothing left... except for the clan that Blackstar had built.

And it seemed plenty of the young, slighted, and immature apprentices were struggling at the change in power as well.

That was fine. He'd come this far. If he couldn't have Blackstar's skull, the rest of his clan would have to do. And as he witnessed the other clans' pride, he figured they could go as well. To hell with them all. He was gonna terrorize the clans just as they had terrorized his mother so, and he was going to relish every second.

So TLDR: Blackstar's crimes, and Brokenstar and Tigerstar's reign, still haunt ShadowClan to this day in the form of Darktail. Something about how when you die, some of your sins will be passed on to your loved ones who will be forced to deal with it in your stead. Darktail, try as he might, will never be satisfied with his revenge. He is now aimless, lashing out at everyone in sight because he missed his chance to kill the one he hated most.

[yumeko2sevilla]

Urban Legends AU

[TWST Urban Legend AU belongs to @achy-boo]

CW: Mentions of Sexual Abuse, Suicide, Stabbing

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"Because we will always be alone, together."

Yukiharu Shirokami_ The Solitary Clockworker

✦Cause of Death: Sexual Abuse to Death

Oh dear.. It seems Yukiharu is quite an individual, isn't he? A quiet, apethetic yet gentle guy who always act more than talk. Legend says that, one day when Yukiharu walked past the Mystery Haunt, a young woman in black hoodie rushed from the workshop, saying that she needed help since her friend was murdered. Yukiharu, thinking that he could be kind followed her into the workshop.

Big mistake he was.

When they got to the Hall of Clocks, the woman suddenly pulled Yukiharu down and riped his clothes off. He tried to resist, but the Hall of Clocks was soundproof which the woman took advantage of it and sexually assulted him.

By the time she finished, she heard the sounds of ticking became louder as Yukiharu took his final breath. Which resulting in him can never escape Mystery Haunt.

What a pity, that one.

✦The Haunting Clockwork Ritual

"The Haunting Clockwork Ritual" is a ritual where you can summon Yukiharu, the Clockworker. Now suprisingly, this ritual is the most simple since you will only need three things: White candles (6 at limit), Yukiharu's pocket clock which is near the biggest cuckoo clock, and a sharp object.

P/S: Don't worry, it won't involve your blood.

✦Directions;

You need to find Yukiharu's pocket clock. (Notes: It has a gray-ish blue hue with a mirror inside it, the numbers were written in Greek.)

Place the clock on a table that has white candles surrounding as a circle. Now remember, it won't work if you don't put it in the middle of the circle.

Light the candles; one by one. Then open the lid

Stab the middle of the clock 4 times, while chanting: "Oh the Solitary Clockworker, let me regain my most precious memories that lost through time, show me the feelings I have sew." 2 times.

Wait for 3 minutes. If you stabbed the clock, yet it was still ticking louder as the mirror at the back of the lid cracking, revealing Yukiharu in his messy clothes kneeling before you, then congratulation! You have summoned Yukiharu to ask him questions regarding your memories.

✦Results;

If you ask him with a polite and genuine manner, Yukiharu will answer it gently. He will tell you your memories of your precious one even if they're dead, that you have forgotten, and let you hear their voice.

If your questions are beyond his permission, he will protect you for your life as an apology gift.

If you ask any offensive questions, he won't answer your question and immidiately throw you out of the Hall of Clocks. You can't summon him after that under any conditions.

If you're rude, offensive or even mention his death, he will kill you himself, slowly yet painfully. Maybe it was better, consider you don't want to hear the sound of ticking for eternity... Run, run all you can. He is fast, faster than anything that you could have imagined. Run.

Locals of Mystery Haunt advise not to enter the Hall of Clocks during October 11- The Clockworker's Birthday. The true reason behind this was unknown, however some said that they heard the sounds of someone breaking lots of things. I wouldn't suggest you to go investigate the source, curosity killed the cat you know? Now, will you be able to regain your precious memories through The Solitary Clockworker?

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"Drowning into the scary and bottomless hole of the ticking sea, with me. Would you?"

@anxious-twisted-vampire @writing-heiress @achy-boo