#sorry I haven’t been posting as many doodles this has possessed me

[wazzappp]

Wizard Tiefling DND character I illustrated!

[zariyen]

If you have any other ocs, do you mind showing us their designs! I'd love to see more of your godly character designs

!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺omg do u even know what you're asking of me ..... i will go absolutely insane are u prepared

apart from yuu, i do have another twst oc called crowe..! i haven't developed her much yet and tbh at this point i dont think i ever will HAHAHA i also have my mhyk oc envie !! and two super old bnha ocs (saori and akihiko) who i'm currently revamping into an original project/webtoon which has an academy-like setting with demons and magic...! maybe....!! i'm not sure yet wwwwww

here're some recent doodles of akihiko who i've renamed as ain ..!! as well as old art of him on the right, for reference..! he's remained mostly the same since i still hold him very dear to my heart (つω`｡) though ofc the more i develop the plot/world, the more this is subject to change...!!

ain is around 19 years old and is incredibly intelligent and charismatic. he's very popular amongst his peers and is always seen with a playful smile on his face. this is all part of a carefully constructed facade, however, and very few people will actually get to know the real ain who is rather self-serving and heartless. to the very few people who he becomes attached to, he will give them his unconditional loyalty.

next is rem...! who was renamed from saori ...!! she's also remained pretty much the same with some slight changes, since i'm still very fond of her initial design...! rem was originally designed to essentially be ain's foil, but i thought it'd be cute if they ended up being unlikely best friends (and so they are !!)

rem's also around 19 years old and is a very composed and down-to-earth individual. unlike ain, she is compassionate and earnest and has a strong moral compass. rem is a natural leader and is considered very dependable by her peers but can be fairly oblivious in the way she blindly puts her faith in others. although her aloof expression can be intimidating at times, her kind nature never fails to win the hearts of others.

i also revamped this other old bnha oc who i hadn't developed very much apart from a 1 page doodle..! he was originally named jun but i've been meaning to rename him - not sure what yet ..!! he's a very gloomy kid with an affinity for possession magic. he owns many stuffed animals each housing an evil spirit. i intended for him to be in his teens, around 15-17? he's fairly bratty and likes to disrespect authoritative figures but ended up taking a liking to rem who he deeply respects (much to ain's chagrin, who feels he deserves to be shown a similar type of respect)

here are two tentative designs for staff characters ..! their demonic heritage is fairly strong so i envision them as like ... giants www maybe around 2-3m in height and with more horns than the average demon ..!

i also have these other super old ocs i've yet to revamp ..! i might have more lying around but these are the only ones i have on me rn www

i think .... i think that's it for now HAHAHA this was an incredibly long post i'm sorry (ಥ‿ಥ) but i hope it was at least a little interesting..! thank you very much for your interest, i'm really happy that you like my character designs! it means so much to me T _ T♡♡♡

[amianannn]

Well! I haven’t posted art on here in... quite some time. But that’s okay. I’ve just been kinda busy, kinda stressed, but this was a stress reliever doodle that I’m really happy with! So I’m gonna post it.

I don’t have a name for this story, I was thinking “Hello Starlight Angels” maybe? Not too sure.. lmk what ya’ll think.

More info about this character and the design under the break. You don’t need to read it, but if you wanna know who she is/why her design is like this feel free to read c: ((I also mainly needed a place to write it down so uh thanks Tumblr)) /// Sorry for the long post oops,

Angel! My baby girl! I don’t believe I’ve posted about her here... or anywhere besides DeviantArt and Facebook, really. Until today, at least, aha. This is Angel! She’s technically a Hazbin Hotel OC, but it’s sorta an AU in the sense that it combines multiple universes (including Hazbin Hotel) and also includes a bunch of my own stuff in there... yeah idk man. Also Angel is indeed an OC x canon child, ya’ll can fight me.

Alright, where do I begin with this. This is her post-attack form, I guess? After she got attacked by Metatron. He sorta... broke her Gem again, which happens so often at this point that her entire family is surprised that it’s not shattered yet. He cracked her eye (I took some heavy inspiration from Pink Pearl there because I love her baby), and somehow?? Affected her existing cracks?? So now every single crack on her body (her eye, arm, leg, stomach, and back) all glow. Constantly.

Uhh after the attack she doesn’t smile 24/7. She’s just so tired of everything and sorta breaks down after 20 years of smiling (takes after her dad there) and so uh yeah. Not many smiles coming from this psycho.

The wings are... later than the attack. But not much later? She gets her hands on some archangel power somehow, haven’t figured out how yet. It doesn’t enhance her powers until they fix her Gem, but literally right after that she gets mind controlled by Metatron so oops on their part. It does fix her wings, so they’re no longer glitching, and she can actually fly! Plus instead of two angel-like wings she gets these. ((Inspired by a CEILING-STARS design))

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Anywho, onto the greyscale designs! As I mentioned, she gets mind controlled by Metatron. He doesn’t really mean to, but in the process of mind controlling Angel, he literally makes her go greyscale? No one knows how he did it, not even himself, but he doesn’t really care.

So, after she’s possessed, she always smiles. A weird, creepy, unnatural smile. Again, major inspiration from Pink Pearl here. Also, her glow colour becomes black instead of white. I dunno why, I guess since Metatron’s glow colour is black, I decided to make Angel’s glow colour black? idk man. Anyways, since Metatron knows that LITERALLY everyone wants to kill him, he has Angel supervise Heaven and basically do everything for him so that no one can hurt him! So, yeah, basically White Diamond and Pink Pearl.

As for that last image. I may not have a design for Metatron, but the one thing I KNOW he is going to have is like. Black goop that constantly runs from his face. And I decided to add that in here! Whenever possessed Angel (or as I call her, Starlight Angel, because y’know, White Diamond/Pink Pearl) is seriously stressed or injured (or upset), or when the mind control is weak, the black goop will just. Leak from her eyes. Yeehaw : )

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Whoo boy I talked. A lot here. But that’s alright because now it’s out there.

I am actually!! Fully working on this story! I’ve written quite a bit about the demons/angels, I have a lot in mind for the Heaven/Hell system and shit like that, and I have quite a few short stories about it written in my notebook that I have yet to write on the computer.

I also have a lot of short stories on the computer but those are borderline fanfics so those aren’t getting posted anytime soon oops.

Anyways!! Enjoy this stress-reliever and also the ramblings of a tired 9th grader who should be doing her homework!

[fluid-kheiotics]

Maybe It Doesn't Have To Be This Way

It's a little late, but tonight's post is another story from Kira, chaseawaythedark on DeviantART.

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  The city lights are still bright as ever when you open your eyes from the fifth nap you've taken that week. You check the time: 4:37 am.

         You sigh and rub your eyes, thinking that maybe this could be a good time to wake up. Almost no one's up besides you, but you like it that way. It's more peaceful that way. It gives you time to think.

         The sky is starting to lighten; the first signs of dawn. No birds can be heard yet, though; it's too early.

         When you stretch and place your feet on the floor, you recoil and reach for your slippers. Now that your feet are protected against the freezing floor, you walk to your small kitchen and prepare coffee to chase away the remnants of sleep. The coffee maker stirs and hisses to life, complaining that it's too early, even though this isn't the first early morning cup of coffee it has prepared. This has happened all too often.

         This happens more often than not. You've woken up to nothing but dark, except for the shining city lights. You remember the last time you woke up at night. It started the same and ended the same. The same lights, the same empty feeling inside, the same cups of coffee that you gulp down just so you don't go to sleep and miss work again. If you miss another day, the manager said, you'll be fired.

         You look at the bed. Half of the royal blue blanket is on the floor, exposing the matching sheet beneath. The pictures from last summer still peek out from your bedside drawer, because you can't bear to look at them but can't bring yourself to throw them away. They bring back too many memories, both good and bad.

         The sight of them makes you angry, so you open the drawer, shove the pictures inside fully, and close it with enough force to shake the white lamp on your table. The coffee maker ceases to create noise; the coffee is done.

         The hot steam of the coffee hits your face pleasantly as you pour some into your favorite mug: a white one you doodled on with black Sharpie. You sip it, forgetting to add cream and sugar, and decide you like it without anything added.

         Your fingers start to burn from the heat of the liquid, so you set the mug down and shake your biting hands. As you sit in silence, arms crossed and staring into nothing, your phone chimes. Heart jumping — is it a text from one of your friends? —, you spring towards it and rip the charging cord out of the port. Sighing when it's one of your silly reminders — "Accept it and move on" —, you put on some nice music to fill the silence.

         The notifications are supposed to help you feel better but sometimes they just feel like an annoyance. "Learn to love yourself." "It wasn't your fault." "You're wonderful just how you are." Your therapist — ex-therapist — suggested the reminders a few months ago. You don't turn them off, though. They make you feel better sometimes.

         Today, the music playing from the apartment sound system is flatsound. His music and spoken word makes you feel happy yet more numb than before.

         It looks nice outside. Despite it being January, there is a promise of warmth. You check the forecast and loose a smile. It's 30° Fahrenheit outside, just below freezing, but the wind chill is 24° Fahrenheit. A tad bit warmer than usual.

         You decide to go for a walk. Walking calms your nerves. You go to your bedroom and change into dark grey pants and an old white shirt with a sunrise on it. A heavy black coat covers your outfit, a plaid blanket scarf is swirled around your neck, and black boots are filled with your feet. Your phone is deposited into your pocket, but not before you plug your earbuds in. After you transfer your coffee into a travel mug, you turn off all of the lights, grab your wallet, and lock the door behind you.

         The coffee warms your hands while you exit the building and wish you wore your gloves. There aren't many people or cars on the streets, but some stores are open. Almost all sounds are muffled by your music. A homeless woman wearing a tattered military uniform shivers as you pass by. A small cup filled with water and a meager amount of change sits beside her. There is a coffee shop across the street. Removing your earbuds, you look both ways before crossing and enter. Ordering a coffee while downing the rest of yours, you pay and exit, but not before you grab a handful of sugar packets and cream cups. The new coffee enters your mug as you cross again. You bend over a little to give the sitting woman the coffee, cups and packets. She looks up at you in awe and says, "Bless you, child. This will not go unnoticed by God," you feel uncomfortable and so only nod without replying, making your way down the street once more.

         You can buy a new mug, you assure yourself when you look back. The woman is content, her face flushed from the heat and wrinkled hands wrapped around the container possessively. A pang of guilt ripples through you for thinking of asking for the mug back. It was nothing special, anyways.

         Your stomach growls and you ignore it, but when it starts up again and again, it gets harder to ignore. I haven't eaten in two days, save for coffee and water, you think suddenly. There's a bakery that's open down the road. You make your way towards it, taking out your hands that you shoved deep into the pockets of your coat to keep them warm.

         The main baker is kind; you two make small talk as you order a plain bagel. He's a big fellow with a full head of curly black hair and hands that look as doughy as uncooked bread. He hands you two donuts: one chocolate and one with raspberry filling. "You look a little skinny, kid, even under the coat." When you look down and blush, the man laughs. "Don't worry about payment, either. It's on the house for being the first customer of the day. Especially when it's almost five in the morning!" The man laughs again and you smile, a genuine smile this time. You nod in thanks and turn to head out the door as the baker adds, "Have a good day!" You raise your free hand to acknowledge that you heard him and closed the door, bells jangling cheerily.

         The donuts smell too good to resist, so you open the brown paper bag and nibble on the raspberry one. The taste is so good, you realize just how ravenous you are and gobble down both donuts. With your belly full and a warmth spreading through your veins, you feel more at ease than you have in a year.

         You go down the street and as it always does, the feeling of contentment does not last. The wind blows away any hope of warmth. You clench your fists in your coat pockets and you clench your teeth in your mouth.

         The wind sweeps along your bones and coils around your soul, settling down with a sigh like a cat who has found a place to rest. It starts to snow. The flakes melt on the pale skin of your face and cling to your coat helplessly. They dance in the air around you and you scowl when they attach to your dark hair and eyelashes.

         The city is hushed by the snow, as if with each falling flake, a new sound is quieted. You breathe in the ice, the cold air like a blade in your lungs.

         There is a bench at a bus stop nearby. You brush off the snow and sit down. A light turns on in someone's window in an apartment building across the street. The dawn is visible now, a bright streak of color in an otherwise colorless world. You stare at it for the longest time until your eyes burn and you are forced to look away.

         You sit and stare at your hands again. You don't notice the stranger until you feel a new weight on the other side of the bench. When you look up, you find it's a girl around your age. She's bundled up in a puffy, bright blue jacket and black leggings. On her feet are comfy-looking brown boots and on her head is a white cable-knit beanie with a soft brown furball on top.

         She says something and you take the earbuds out to hear her. "Hi," she repeats.

         "Hi," you mumble.

         "Mind if I sit here?"

         You shake your head dumbly and she adjusts her position on the hard wooden bench. "It's cold outside, but I like it that way. What were your listening to?"

         Holding out your earbud, she accepts the invitation and scootches in closer to listen. "You listen to flatsound, too? Huh, what are the odds of me meeting a guy who listens to flatsound at five am?" She laughs, a pretty sound that rivals her in attractiveness.

         "I've been listening to him for a couple of years. I like his music," your voice drops down to a quiet mumble as you say, "and it's not 'guy',"

         "Me too," she moves closer still. "What did you say?"

         You struggle to find the words. "I'm not a guy. I iden- I'm non-binary. 'It' is preferred."

         "Oh, I'm sorry!" She looks sincerely remorseful but also interested. "But what were you- um- what is your, um, real... gender?"

         "He. But I don't feel like a he or a she. 'They' doesn't work. So... it."

         "Oh, that's cool! I'm a she, if you couldn't tell," she laughs and motions to her figure. You blush and stare at her face. "What are you doing up at five?"

         You flounder for an answer and can only come up with a feeble "Can't sleep."

         "You have insomnia? Man, that must suck. I'm sorry. But you get to stay up and just be alone."

         This girl makes you feel both nervous and at ease. She talks easily and is nice. She likes flatsound. She didn't laugh at you when you admitted you were non-binary. She was also pretty, with curling red hair, pale skin, and wide blue eyes. Her nose glinted with a gold ring through one nostril.

         You scratch your neck, suddenly feeling awkward. All shyness and fears of being judged swamps you and cuts off your voice. "Are you okay? Am I coming on too strong? I'm sorry. I have the tendency to talk a lot but not many people actually listen, but you do." Her face floods with worry.

         The clamp around your throat that prevents you from speaking releases its hold on you. "I'm sorry, too. I'm really shy and I have social anxiety and that makes talking to people really difficult. You seem nice already and I like talking to you."

         Horror creeps up on you. What are you doing, telling this random girl all of your personal things? You don't even know her name.

         "Oh, wow. I have a friend with social anxiety and depression. He doesn't talk much, like you, but sometimes I can get him to open up. Like you," she nudges your knee with hers and surprisingly, you don't flinch away from the contact. You actually nudge her knee too.

         "Sounds like me," you blurt and laugh.

         "Do you wanna hear something? Something I tell Taylor?" She looks up at you and you marvel at how you don't even know this girl's name, yet you like her.

         You nod. "Well, I tell him that there's always going to be pain in your life, there's gonna be numbness and negativity. But it's only you who can decide 'maybe I can be better. Maybe I don't have to feel this way so often. Maybe it doesn't have to be this way'."

         At the last sentence, something inside wakes up. "Maybe it doesn't have to be this way," you repeat to yourself. That something had been slumbering ever since last summer, when he decided that he didn't want to have his friends think he was gay by going out with a guy.

         You look at the girl, really look at her, and she looks back at you. "I'm Avery," you whisper.

         "I'm Jocelyn." She smiles.

         That's a beautiful name, you want to say, but the words don't come out. Instead, you ask, "What's your phone number?"

         Jocelyn pulls out her phone and hands it to me. The messaging app is open. "Text yourself."

         Even though it's just a text, something that will tell you what Jocelyn's phone number is, you contemplate what to say. It will start a new conversation between you two. It will change everything.

         So, when you type in something, hit "Send", and you give her the phone back, you feel a buzz in your pocket as Jocelyn gets up and says, "The bus is here. Get some sleep. I'll be waiting for you to respond when you wake up."

         When the bus and the girl are gone, you pull out your phone.

         "New message:

         'Maybe it does't have to be this way. '" 

[sneezerodent-blog]

Here is the first chapter of my fanfiction of @jilliancares and @haleykinz!!! Sorry I can't make anything bold and professional looking :/ People in the Void Summary: Jillian finally finds the end of Tumblr, but it's breaking. Something about it draws her there, and she keeps going back. But then it starts talking to her. Warnings: none Word count: about 2.9k Prologue In the beginning, there was nothing. Suddenly, the black expanse of this nothing was blue, the calming blue of the Tumblr dashboard filled a section of the nothing. And soon it was full of people. Each of these people had gifts. Within Tumblr, there was a pen and a keyboard, the gifts these people possessed. Those with the keyboard entertained by creating worlds with their words, whether through stories or comments. Others, equipped with a pen, shared their imaginations through the characters they sketched, doodled, or drew. And thus Tumblr was born. But soon, the utopia that was created began to fracture. And this is it's story. Chapter one Jillian looked over her world, finally sharing the latest chapter of A Royal Pain. It was so satisfying to be done with another chapter. The story was coming along nicely, and she was quite proud of it. So many people had come up to her lately, saying they had liked it. Every time someone said something like that she felt so grateful for the community that was created by her stories. As she walked​ through Tumblr, she saw lots more people thanking her. Some asked about a certain scene to come up in the story sometime in the future, and some complained about cliff-hangers. “Just wait. I'm winding you up like a wind up toy!” she exclaimed in response to one. It was all good fun, but she would have to leave soon. She couldn't stay in Tumblr forever, as much as she wanted to. Well, she would walk just a bit farther and then go back. What could happen? “Phan gifs, phan gifs, phan gifs….” she walked down her posts. More Phan gifs. She was quite fond of the couple after all, which why she had written so much about them. There was so much content here. She never found herself able to make it all the way to the end. More phan gifs, more fans (she felt so grateful to everyone who read her stuff!). She was so caught up in her gratitude and her obsession with Phan she didn't recognize the feeling of dread slowly spreading through her brain. Maybe it was time to stop. With a last reply to an ask, she turned and headed back to the exit. The blue dashboard and posts of Tumblr merged to a different world. This was where she accessed everywhere from. She called this room her computer. Her computer led to different places through a variety of doors. One led to the “real world”, one led to the internet, one led to Docs, where she wrote arp and other phanfiction. There were others there too, but Jillian didn't care to look through them at the moment. Right then it was time to head back to the real world. “Hey Jillian!” it was her mom. She had the uncanny ability to know exactly when Jillian was back. “I've got some steak and cheese subs if you'd like some.” “Of course! What's the occasion?” Jillian responds. Her cat, LC, sneaks past her leg and she scoops her into her arms. “I just know you like them, and I picked some up on my way home.” Jillian walks over to her mom, setting LC back on her feet. The sub she takes from her mom is still warm in her hands. She joins her mom at their kitchen table. “What were you working on today?” her mom asks. She always tried to learn what Jillian did during all the time she spent on the computer, and the only answer she got was… “Still writing.” It wasn't completely a lie. She had worked on arp a little, but if her mom were to find out about all of the smut… it wouldn't end well. “Are you ever going to let me read what you're writing?” “Maybe.” Never, but she wouldn't tell her mom that. Jillian reaches for the pocket of her pants and grabs her phone as her mom walks out of the room. Jillian sits in the kitchen by herself, scrolling through her phone as dog, Vance, begs for a bite of her sub. ------------------ /What are you doing?/ - Anon. /Just writing./ - Jillian. /Nice./ - Anon. /Hoping to get done with another chapter of arp today./ - Jillian. /I'll let you get to it then./ - Anon. Jillian stands in her writing program, the section of the chapter she'd already written floating in front of her. The words she'd been trying to string into a sentence floated behind her, whirling around to the sentence in front of her eyes when she needed them. It was almost eleven thirty on a Friday morning, and Jillian was feeling pretty good. Sentence after sentence she wrote, the words going together more smoothly and quickly as Jillian kept writing. It only took her about forty five minutes more before she was done. As she saved the file, the long paragraphs of her words that stretched upwards condensed into a small box that she could hold. When she put this box in her Tumblr, it would share with all of her fans. But that wasn't due until tomorrow. Jillian stretched as she walked out of her writing program, back into her computer. She paused, considering her options for the rest of the day. She was on break from school, so she didn't have to do anything dealing with that. She could go on Tumblr, but instead she decided to read a book in the real world. Maybe later she would watch some Dan and Phil to get inspired. As usual, her mom knew right when she was back. “That didn't take you very long. Do you want some lunch?” Her mom asks. Normally Jillian wrote for hours at a time, and then went back and edited. That made her realize she would have to go back and edit before tomorrow. “Nah, I'm not hungry.” Jillian responds. She pulls one of her favorite books off the bookshelf, and goes to her room to read. ----------------- /Jillian get into Tumblr now. It's urgent. Jillian!! Jill!!!! Jillian!!!/ - ~Red. /What could be so urgent that I have to do it now?/ - Jillian. /I have a question for you./ - ~Red. /When I finish this chapter./ - Jillian. Jillian only picked up her phone because it kept buzzing. ~Red even called her to get her attention, but Jillian didn't want to leave her book. It was just getting to the good part, and Vance had snuggled up next to her. He was warm against her side. But she had told ~Red she would, so when she finished her chapter a few minutes later she went back to her computer. “What do you need, ~Red?” Jillian asked her friend when she found her. All she got was almost tackled, as her friend saw she was there. “OMG Jillian your cat!!!! It's so cute!!!!!! Mkay that's all I got.” ~Red says. “Except Kristen and Rachel are over there, maybe you should go say hi?” “Wait, really? They're like so cool!!” Jillian says. “Would I be able t---” ~Red forcefully shoves her in their direction. “Just do it!” she says, before walking to the other side of the dash. Jillian takes a deep breath, deciding what to say. “Oh, Jillian, there you are! Someone asked me how I feel about arp, and I wanted to tell you! It's one of my favorite fics at the moment!!” Rachel says. “Omg… thank you?! I'm sorry I haven't seen you before now, but just thanks!! ILY!!!” Jillian responds. She could feel the blush on her cheeks. Someone walks up between her and Kristen. Another Anon. “Hey guys, I just want to say that I ship you two and cafephan.” They say. “Aww, ILY! We should get cafephan over here!” Kristen says. “Oh, thank you! I love being grouped with Kristen because she's so much cooler than me.” Jillian replies. Anon walks away with a wave as Kristen walks off to find cafephan. Jillian decides to see if she can find the edge again. Still feeling giddy from talking to Kristen and Rachel, Jillian greeted fans and friends with enthusiasm. She answered asks when she saw them, and just generally made progress through her dash. After a while of scrolling, she finally makes it back to yesterday's posts. With the same Phan gifs, there was the feeling of dread creeping back to her. Something was wrong. Where there sound have been another gif of Dan and Phil seemingly summoning a demon, there was only darkness. Darkness that seemed to be growing closer to her in streaks. What was happening? “Jillian? Why are you over here?” asks someone from behind her. It was her friend and fellow writer, Anon. “I'm not sure. There should have been a gif about Dan and Phil here, but…” she gestured to the empty space. The giddiness left her as the uneasy feeling grew. “Haven't you heard? The edges are dangerous. They're always breaking.” Anon explains. Jillian looks thoughtfully over the darkness that was spreading over her dash, making it crumble out of existence. “How long has that been happening?” Jillian asks. But before Anon could answer, something loud began to creak. The dash beneath Jillian’s feet started tilting towards the darkness. “Jillian, get away from the edge!!” Anon yells. She reaches forward and pulls Jillian back by the arm. “Uh…” where Jillian had been standing was nothing but blackness. The post from a different Anon had tumbled out of sight, leaving only the fracturing nothingness. “The edge will keep falling if you stay on top of it. Why don't you come back over here? I think some of your fans have some questions for you.” ---------------- “Jillian, why are you by the edge? I thought you promised me you wouldn't come over here anymore.” ~Red’s voice rang out. Jillian looks over her shoulder at her friend. “You know how I feel about this place.” Jillian just shrugs and looks over at the void. She rests her head on her knees which were pulled to her chest. ~Red walks over and sits beside her. “Why do you come out here, though? There are lots of other things you could be doing. You know lots of people are excited for the next chapter of arp.” ~Red offers. “They'll get it on Saturday, I'm not going to miss a post.” Jillian responds. “Seriously Jillian, I'm worried about you. What if one day it cracks beneath you and you fall into the void? Anon told me how it almost did when you first came here.” ~Red demands. “But it didn't!” Jillian exclaims. “Why don't you go write a one shot? Those are always fun, aren't they?” Jillian just puts her head back on her knees. Ever since she had first found this place, she had often returned. Something about it…. Maybe ~Red was right, there was a one shot she hadn't worked on since Halloween she could finish. “Fine. If you ever need to talk, you know where I am.” ~Red says as she walks away. As soon as she's gone, Jillian starts hearing the voices. Jillian had never sure if they were really there it if they were just in her head, even from the beginning. The things that they told her fascinated her, they drew her back to the dashboard’s edge. Or was it just a nice place to be? No one came out here… ~Red was right, her obsession with it was a bit worrying. But the things that voices whispered was worth it. “Oh gosh, it's getting late. ~Red was here for longer than I thought.” Jillian says to herself. She stands and hurries away, the voices growing fainter in her head. One of the faintest makes her stop. She wasn't even sure she heard it. “You can save them, you know.” What did that mean? Who needed saving? Everyone in Tumblr was free to come and go as they liked. It didn't make any sense, so she just ignored it and kept walking back. But the thought picked at her. Who needed saving? Where were they? Why could Jillian save them? She was just a girl in Tumblr that wrote phanfiction and interacted with her fans. “Oi, Jillian! What's up with the long face?” Anon had tapped on her shoulder, and Jillian didn't notice. “Oh, I'm just thinking.” she responded. “About what? ~Red told me you went near the edge again. Why do you keep going over there?” Jillian just shrugs. She wasn't sure for herself why she bothered walking all the way to the edge just to hear voices she didn't know were real. “Well, I've got to edit before I need to post arp. I'll talk to you later, ok?” Anon nodded and walked away. Jillian watched her go, but still didn't move. -------------- You can save them, you know. It haunted her in the real world. It haunted her while she wrote. It haunted her while she walked. It haunted her everywhere. And people noticed. “Jillian, seriously. /What. Is. Wrong./” Anon and ~Red had staged an intervention. And it was going to make her late to posting arp, when she had worked so hard on making sure it was edited in time. It wasn't easy, since her thoughts kept going back to the single sentence. Arp wasn't dealing with saving people anymore, it was almost done! But somehow the sentence wove itself into the mix, and Jillian had to hunt it down and remove it. The task was exhausting. “Guys, I've told you. I. Am. Fine.” Jillian insisted. “And if you don't let me go, I won't be able to post arp in time!” ~Red looked a little persuaded by that, as she was an avid fan, but Anon wouldn't have it. “Not until you tell us what's wrong.” Anon said. “It's nothing!” “Then why are you always sneaking off to the edge whenever you're not busy?!” “That's none of your business.” Jillian says quietly. Anon folds her arms, not believing any of it. “Stuff like this used to be our business.” Anon snaps. She stomps away, leaving ~Red there with Jillian. “I'm sorry about her. But we really are worried about you.” ~Red quickly embraces Jillian before following Anon. Everything they said was true, though. She still went back to the edge at every chance she got, and left begrudgingly. She had begun talking to it, too, trying to know what it meant. It's charming words at the beginning began to turn scary, but she still went back. “It's nice to see you again, Jilliancares.” it says. Jillian sits right next to the edge, her feet nearly dangling off it. “Tell me what it means.” “It means what it does, my dear. Only you can save them, but it will take lots of effort.” “That doesn't help me!” “What are you yelling at? See this is just what I mean when I said you're acting strange!” Anon had followed Jillian when she walked back to the edge. Jillian had kept looking over her shoulder for Anon and ~Red, but there were a lot of other people. She could understand how Anon followed her unspotted. Anon sits as close as she can to Jillian without being too close to the edge. “I wasn’t yelling at anything.” “So now I have to worry about you yelling at nothing?” “Anon…” “Why won't you tell me?” Jillian looks out into the darkness, the void that stretches forever in front of them. “Have you ever come out here by yourself?” Jillian finally asks. Anon things for a moment, obviously surprised by the question. “I can't say I have…. When I first found this place I came with ~Red. After that everyone said that I shouldn't come back.” “Are you going to tell her our little secret, Jilliancares?” the voice rings in her ears. “Did you hear that?!” Jillian exclaims, jumping up. “Hear what?” Anon looked absolutely puzzled. “Ugh, are you only talking to me?! Is that why I'm the only one who can save them?!” Jillian yells at the darkness. Anon rises to her feet. “Who is talking to you? Jillian, what is happening?” Anon pulls her friend so their eyes meet. “Jilliancares, she doesn't know. She doesn't have to know. She's just another Anonymous, but one you've grown to love.” the voice again. Jillian looks out in the void, then back at her friend. All of Jillian’s confusion was reflected on Anon’s face. How could Jillian explain this if she didn't even know what was going on herself? So instead of trying, she just ran. “Jillian!? Where are you going?!” Anon yelled after her. Jillian shoved everyone out of her way, ignoring their complaints, not listening to anyone. She nearly ran into Kristen, but she didn't even care about that. She only stopped when she got back to her computer. “Why won't you just tell me?!” Jillian wails. But nobody answered. She runs her finger through her hair, considering screaming again, before just slumping against the wall in defeat. “If it's not going to tell me…. Why should I trust it?” Jillian thinks out loud. “I've trusted my friends for way longer than I've even known the voice existed!” Something pops up in front of her. It was a text message from her mom. /It's time for you to get off now, sweetie. I have cheese and steak subs again because you looked out of sorts today.