#the third eye foundation

[nineteenfiftysix]

The Third Eye Foundation - What To Do But Cry? (Ghost, 1997)

[radiophd]

the third eye foundation -- the star's gone out

[aronaax]

dr. clef is NOT allowed to fuck around with scp-113 anymore!!!!!!!!!

[peteytheparrot]

Naw bro y’all are making my OCs seem more interesting then they actually are ☠️☠️ /j

Every time this happens though I’m like well it’s intentional NOW 😈😈😈😈

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday, WIP Wednesday & Six Sentences

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Music Monday for Life, Despair & Monsters, my Wings And Horn WIP and A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore and WIP Wednesday & "Six Sentences" short for The Silver Chronicles. Listen and read under the cut below:

Life, Despair & Monsters is a series comprised of 21 WIPs, 15 of which the main antagonist, the Director of the Ruins of the Midnight Rise, Sir Enigma Malvolio, is the culprit for majority of the problems that occur in the WIPs. Malvolio forces both Wednesday and Enid to work under him when he takes them from their world, is behind Monika and the Literature Club's return but into reality (and therefore gain Haoyu's attention from the blip of Monika of their world's essence disappearing before reappearing), is the reason behind the Court King's return not once but twice in The Thorned Crown of Iron Thrones and Miraculous Miracles (the latter alerting Hatter), was the person who found Sonnie/Sonya damaged body and transferred her mind into the Apex to get combatant data off of her before abandoning her once she got free of his control, was involved in the production of Militech's Inviticus and Arasaka's Impulse (which garners Rico's involvement), allies with Frederick Rosemary and backs the man up in his plans to gain access to Playtime Co.'s factory from within his "Toybox", transformed Evie Jackson into Edith Bloodleech, 50% of the cause behind some of the oddities in each world within the Love Death + Robots universe, surgically implanted O.R.I.O.N as apart of Queen Guenevere, sent his Displacements to hunt down Sydney due to her "Shiner" properties, sends in Edith to take control of the vampire courts after Dracula's death, helped create Choo Choo Charles and had been destroying the towers inside the Worlds In-Between therefore creating breaches in other world and weakening realities. If there's one song I can attribute to Sir Enigma Malvolio and the Midnight Rise throughout Life, Despair & Monsters, it's Siamese's "The Wolf". Listen below:

"Each and every day hiding from the sunshine Wandering in the shade Not too old, not too young

Every night again Dancing with the moonlight Somewhere far away I can hear your call

I'm out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause you can run, but you can't hide I'm gonna make you mine

Out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause I can feel how your flesh now Is crying out for more

Ain't no fairy tale What I see in your eyes Awaiting your mistake Not too close, not too far

Sneaking in the pain Every truth becomes lie I won't trust myself Once I hear your call

I'm out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause you can run, but you can't hide I'm gonna make you mine

Out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause I can feel how your flesh now Is crying out for more!"

In Wings And Horns, Cadet Azriel and Jezebel Ba'al are two sides of the same coins, much like their authoritative/father figures (Archangel Metatron and Xiang Ba'al respectively); both are souls of girls who tragically died unfairly young due to factors outside of their control and end up in a sort of afterlife, both are ostracized by the communities they now inhabit (Azriel being an angel of death and Jezebel being a Sinner's Soul in the Sloth Ring), both have an adult they follow who acts as an authority/father figure that passes down important morals and are (opposing) extremists in regards to their methods and handlings of the Soulmate System (with Metatron doing everything in his power to preserve it while Xiang wants to destroy it all together while the New Gods decide whether to keep it or abolish it elsewhere), meanwhile both girls hold a more reasonable and far less extreme opinion on how to fix (Azriel) or repurpose (Jezebel) the failing Soulmate System that doesn't negatively impact every other human being. But most importantly, both girls just want to belong in their new lives; Azriel with the Angels of Death (in addition to Metatron) instead of going through with her planned reincarnation for 1,000 years of service and Jezebel with her adoptive demon father Xiang instead of destroying a system that no longer has a hold on her. Sadly, only one out of the two gets what they want at the end of the day.

"The tops of crags and cliffs, the air is thin So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill Meet me where the snow mount flows It is there, my dear, where we'll begin again Skipping stones, braiding hair Last years antlers mark the trail

Take us back, oh, take us back, oh, take us, take us back Take us back, oh, take us back, oh, take us, take us back

I've a friend who lived out by the river's mouth He knows the fiddle's cry is an old sound A lonesome, oh, creaks and moans of empty houses Are songs like fallen rain Windblown buildings, muddy ground The strength of water, can sink a man

Take us back, oh, take us back, oh, take us, take us back Take us back, oh, take us back, oh, take us, take us back!"

Throughout A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore, Arcane Urias' quest for satiating his power hunger via putting Discord's heart back together with the use of his Occult, had caused the deaths of innocents and betrayals of those that should be his family, all witness by said family members; his brother Matthias Talos, and his son & daughter, Ortega "Ore" Brantley and Marissa "Ress" Bishop respectively, those of whom he's also discarded and harmed without remorse. This comes to bite him in the ass when his last child, Ress, finally confronts him for his pass misdeeds, motivated by the loss of her brother and the mission he (and their uncle, Talos) passed down onto her.

"Breaking hearts Who are you to do this? You live your life like you're the only one Who deserves to live You made us cry Made us miss our families You used our souls and took control but now Something's gotta give

What goes around, comes around, 'round, 'round Goes around, comes around, 'round, 'round You know what they say about dirty lies Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die

The time is now for us to walk together And carry out the dreadful verdict That you brought upon your fate No hide and seek 'Cause the shadows give no shelter It's time to face the rage behind the mask That you yourself create

What goes around, comes around, 'round, 'round Goes around, comes around, 'round, 'round You know what they say about dirty lies Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die

Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die!"

"We are outcasts now, and you're the reason why we are We see you haunt more souls just like a scream in the night Our hearts are broken, lost, forever bound But at least we have each other now While you're alone against the wall 'Cause what goes around, yeah, comes around!"

"Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die You know what they say about dirty lies Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die!"

Here's a WIP Wednesday for a new AU I decided to put Silva through. Amnesia!AU where Jacob's constant conditioning kind of fucks up Silva's already fucked up mind to the point where Eli's death (sorry Eli) is the last straw to break the camel's back; leading to her mind (in addition to something else) to just lock away a lot of Silva's significant memories. In doing so, Silva - or rather, Sylvester - becomes aware of something a bit beyond the physical existence:

Bleak.

Pain.

Floating.

If she could describe the sensation she was stuck in, she would have listed three words.

Cold.

Discomfort.

Drifting.

Those were the words, right? Everything was lost to her. Sound was empty, taste was dry, her voice mute.

...get...

She felt like she was missing pieces of herself. Like all sensation was beyond her reach.

...up...

"Only you..."

Except for the echo of a song. A song familiar to her. Too familiar to throw away. She tried looking for it, but her head was too heavy.

Get...

She recalled a faint hunger ripple in the bowels of her stomach; something clawing and tearing and painful. Too painful.

Once more, she tried to lift her head to the direction of the music, and though she could not see anything, she could tell where the song was coming from within the black abyss.

...Up.

The song was louder, and though her limbs felt detached from her body, she knew she was leaning up.

An invisible weight was opposing her, almost begging her to stop. To return to the uncomfortable and static seconds she was in.

She considered it... for the more she pushed herself up, the more certain she felt that whatever song was playing, it made her hunger worse, her throat dry and her head pound.

She faltered in her rise, slowly sinking back down. She didn't want to face it. Somewhere within her, she felt herself scream and plead to not get up. To not be hurt again.

But the quiet voice got louder, it's words harsh to hear, the force of it removing all choice for herself, pushing her to...

GET UP!

With a gasp and a hoarse fit of coughs, Silva awoke to the bleak ceiling light detached of all sorts of warmth, as fitting for a bunker.

Her chest heaved as her dry throat ached from a lack of hydration, her body too hot and the floor too cold. She covered her face from the brightness as she looked elsewhere, allowing her eyes to adjust.

She could hear commotion, but deduced it was occurring elsewhere.

Hissing, she felt every muscle in her body tense and sting. She was matted in sweat and grime, the latter a courtesy of the state of the bunker and however long she'd been out for. At least, she assumed it to be the case.

However, slowly rolling over, cringing at her shaking limbs, she struggled to rationalize exactly how her body managed to get to this exhaustive state.

Nor did she know where she was.

While pushing herself up, one of her gloved hands brushed against an object; a pistol, or some variation.

Retracting her hand from it, Silva got up with shaking limbs. Though her balance was off, so she pressed her standing body against the closest wall.

Her head felt like it was pounding, and her stomach growled and rumbled with a ferocity she felt earlier.

Looking down at herself, Silva noticed she was wearing a vest and a red flannel button up with a long sleeved shirt underneath it. She was also adorning dark grey jeans and combat boots.

She heard some commotion nearby; it sounded like a few people were shouting across in the other rooms, but there was something else that gave her pause.

Gunfire. Rapid gunfire. Not in the bunker, likely above. Outside.

Her eyes widened at the possibilities and probabilities. All she could deduce from each one? She was in danger.

And if she was in danger, then she needed to leave.

She looked down to her left, and saw a hallway filled with lockers and racks, with gunfire echoing and shouting echoing down the hall attached to the room's left.

An easy exit, although perhaps risky. Perhaps she could find a different, less dangerous one.

Backing away from the wall, she turned to the room to her right.

And froze.

It looked to be some kind of command room; a table full of maps, televisions showing screens of surveillance to the gunfight outside in what appeared to be a forest, and to be a small workshop for bows and a bed.

But that wasn't of any concern to Silva.

It was the body of a scruffy, bearded man dressed in dark green camouflage gear, splayed out on the cold floor with a unused bow and arrow in his hands, droplets of blood splattered at his feet and behind him.

Looking to his face, she could see the source of the blood came from a small hole in his forehead. She could figure out what snuffed out his life fairly quickly from that.

Much to her surprise, she wasn’t frightened by the body.

Cautiously, she stepped closer to him, wincing at the sight and the muscles in her legs flaring in pain.

She deduced he died recently, considering the blood hadn't dried. Looking him over, she glanced to the room's surveillance television and table full of maps.

Must have been a soldier, she thought to herself, taking in the bunker room's contents and the man's body, Hard to tell if he was an authority figure though.

He was unfamiliar to the soldiers she's previously encountered and seen; at the very least, not an enforcer. Closer to the Americano militar. Although from what she vividly recalled, they never used... bows and arrows.

She shook her head, strands of dark hair loosely falling to her forehead; the presence of such a weapon was hardly the most important factor here.

There was still the question of who killed him. And whether or not they were still in this bunker.

She stepped back away from the corpse, finishing her inspection. She needed to find an alternative way out; one that did not include going out into the sounds of gunfire above ground.

Perhaps there was another exit?

She hoped there would be. She was in no condition to fight, and sneaking her way out was the most plausible method.

Silva turned her direction to the door to the corpse's left. Stepping around the body, she took a glance through the window.

What she saw on the other side was the bleak sight of a room with a still body with a bloodied rag over their face, tied to a chair in a kiddie pool with voltage cables connecting the person's exposed hands and feet.

She hesitated upon reaching for the handle, the sight sickening. A brutal display of torture that nagged at her foggy mind with an eerie familiarity, but not something she could delve into now. She needed to get out.

However, the sound of rushing footsteps caught her attention, coming from somewhere nearby the torture chamber, and closing in fast.

Leave.

Silva, knowing if she was found she'd be good as dead, swiftly backed away from the door. With a pathway compromised and her being in no state of fighting, she knew there was only one viable way for her to go.

Taking in some breaths, knowing she'd likely have to sneak and even run into an opposing crossfire, with haste Silva began walking towards the hall opposite to where she discovered the corpse.

Her boot kicked against the pistol that laid prone from where she awoke from.

Gazing upon it momentarily, she picked it off the floor and headed the adjacent room.

Once around the corner in what she assumed to be a room full of stocked up rations and supplies, she stared ahead to the open bunker door that daylight shined through, though the sound of gunfire and some kind of music didn't boost any confidence in Silva's decision.

Resting against the closest wall, checked out the pistol in her hands, unloading the mag to reveal there were still bullets in the chamber, sans two.

Grimacing at what little defense she had on her person, she put the mag back in the pistol and rested her heavy head against the cool bunker wall.

She wasn't given long to rest when she heard the reverberating bang of a door being swung open, and the accompanying shouts of distress and anguish from whomever discovered the corpse. Aliadas of the dead man, she assumed.

She'd feel pity if she hadn't seen the corpse they'd shocked to death in the next room over. And she wasn't looking forward to be next in that chair.

Move.

Compelled to make a swift move, Silva made her way towards the staircase to whatever war was going on outside. She paused briefly when she almost passed a box of rations.

She quickly snagged a can before making her way up into the daylight with her pistol at the ready.

Lastly a six "sentences" short of my Omegaverse AU where Silva is involuntarily giving romantic advice to Hudson at the Spread Eagle... to the best of her ability. Enjoy this stupid little interaction I concocted:

Joey continued, either not dissuaded or sharply missed her intended meaning entirely, "I thought I would start with buying her drink."

Silva cocked a dark brow up at her amiga, "Alright. But where would you two be getting the drink from?"

A beat of silence, before Joey replied, gesturing outside their booth, "Well, here."

"So your plan is to buy our barkeeper a drink at her own establishment?" Silva asked, bemused at the omega's thought process. Is that even allowed?

Regardless of the socially acceptability of such aspects, Silva was fairly certain that Joey's rational thinking was compromised by the drink in her hand. So, she instead offered an alternative solution.

"While I think you are on the right track, I feel you should consider actually talking to her first," Silva said, pressing her hands together, emphasizing on the talking aspect with such importance as she had done for the previous half an hour, "And lead up to asking her out. Or just ask her out."

"It can't be that simple," Joey stated, brushing her braid back behind her shoulder, "Not for someone so great and level-headed as her. Are you sure you don't have any other method?"

"Not since you shot down my last one," Silva stated, taking a swig of her glass as she remembered halfheartedly offering to go up to Mary May and asking the brunette if she 'was into cops?' before she'd direct the alpha's attention over to Joey.

Joey wasn't the most amused about her suggestion, but Silva saw it as a small vengeance for asking for her help while they were in vicinity of the very woman Joey wanted to woo.

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

B.S. Goel - Third Eye and Kundalini - Third Eye Foundation of India - 1985

[stolenbybirds]

i felt bad for posting JUST the potatoes and dipping so you can have another scp thing :]

[slumberwall]

Time Moves Like Slow Beats (Foehn cover)

[palior]

Awards 2023 : TV Shows

Third and last category: TV Shows that I’ve watched at least one complete season of this year.

Apocalypse Won Award - The Last of Us - Season 1 Episode 3 "Long, Long Time"

Still crying over those strawberries.

These Gays Award - The White Lotus - Seasons 1 & 2

And the world finally knew the greatness of Jennifer Coolidge *dolphin sounds*

Royalty But With Heart Award - Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story - Mini-Serie

The Queen and King of Hearts in a surprisingly touching tale. Personally, there's not enough free space under my bed to hide from the heavens.

Best Performance Award - Foundation - Laura Birn - Season 2 Episode 10 "Creation Myths"

Give her all the awards ! Her portrayal of Lady Demerzel inner turmoil is the biggest reason to watch this show.

Best Queer Show Award - Our Flag Means Death - Season 2

Glory to Calypso !

Warm Blanket Award - Hearstopper - Season 2

Dark clouds are on the horizon but that won't prevent Charlie, Nick & co from being one of the best feel good show around right now.

This Is An Insult Award - Secret Invasion - Season 1

NOTHING in this show works. The spy stuff is not suspenseful, the action is laughable, Fury is bored from start to finish and nothing carries over in the MCU. Let's all forget that this thing ever happened.

Awkward Goodbye Award - The Witcher - Henry Cavill - Season 3

At least we still have Yennefer to stan for.

Could Have Ended Better Award - Ted Lasso - Season 3

Compared to how excellent the two previous seasons were, this final one is such a mixed bag. So many storylines lead to absolutely nothing while others were so weird, and I'm not a fan of how it ended (but damn was Jamie hot this season). So long Richmond, you've been (mostly) great !

Best Goodbye Award - The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel - Season 5

Midge + Suzie = OTP <3

Best Audio Serie Award - Third Eye - Season 1

For her first foray in the audio serie format, Felicia Day rocks it out of the park with a heartfelt story of a Chosen One who failed to save the world of magic and had to live with the consequences. Impeccable sound mixing and vfx with a stellar cast. Give it a listen, you wont regret it.

Best WTF Award - Mrs. Davis - Season 1

The story of a nun who has a vendetta with an AI that controls the world. The script is on acid half the time and worth it. Also, hot Jesus.

Best Comedy Award - Abbott Elementary - Season 2/What We Do in the Shadows - Season 5

Again this year, the two funniest comedies with the most heart win the award. Special mention to Guillermo finally realizing that becoming a vampire is not really for him.

Best TV Show Award - Scavengers Reign - Season 1

A show that makes you feel like you are reading a Mobius album. Gorgeous to look at, within a vibrant world with the most hostile and fascinating fauna I've seen in a long time. Topped with touching and interesting characters. Can't wait for season 2.

[nineteenfiftysix]

The Third Eye Foundation - Une pluie sèche / Coma idyllique (OuMuPo 1, 2004)

[dzthenerd490]

Action Report: The Cyborg, the Witch, and the Flesh Part 2

There was a squad of Chimera that were reinforced with armor all over their bodies and had drones floating all around them. They were heading to a location where the hivemind told them some other Chimera were lost. However, as they advanced one of the drones started malfunctioning and going haywire. One of the Chimera tried to grab it so they could repair it or at the very least destroy it, but it was getting out of control. The drone ended up firing a plasma bullet at the Chimera's head and another at another Drone making that one goes haywire as well. The Chimera stared to panic and started shooting at the malfunctioning drones, however now their guns were going haywire. One of the guns even exploded instantly killing three Chimera and others started electrocuting their users causing them to fire at random directions and even at the other Chimera. 

The chaos went on only for a minute before they were all down. Only one Chimera was left, it was injured and, on the ground, struggling to get up. However, before it could it noticed human boots in front of it, so it looked up only to see Black Cat smirking at it while holding his scythe.

Black Cat: Bad luck, yes? That tend happens a lot round me. Better luck next time, then.

The Chimera roared angrily at him but was cut off mid-way as its head was cut off the scythe with incredible speed. Its head rolled only for a second before it started withering and drying up due to the effect of Deep Silver Flow in the scythe blade. Black Cat smiled at his flawless victory, afterwards he used an analysis spell to obtain as much information as he could on the dead Chimera and drones.

Black Cat: They use virus to fuel little drones? Interesting. These Chimera also are not infected with SCP-610. hm... Not much else, better go kill other squads them. Perhaps they have more useful information.

***

White Rabbit used one of her portals and manifested on a hill looking at the map on her visor she should be close to a group of SCP-ARF instances, but she couldn't see them. However, her visor started showing danger was incoming, so she cast a shield spell allowing her to block the blasts in time. However, the magic forcefield started breaking very quickly so she quickly manifested one of the portals that lead to the sky above them. Once she was safe, she looked around her portal to see where the enemy was. There were about eight of them in heavy armor and firing what looked like cybernetic sniper rifles that were shooting super-fast for that model of gun. 

White Rabbit: It looks like it's made of junk. I'm surprised that they can work so well.

However White Rabbit was forced to dodge when a bullet nearly hit her head surprisingly it was able to phase through her helmet and burnt some of her hair. Though the damage was minimal White Rabbit was furious and quickly opened a portal over the group of SCP-ADF instances. It was a portal to the bottom of the ocean, so the water shot down onto them like a giant metal piston, crushing them all instantly. 

White Rabbit quickly got rid of both her portals and walked down to the dead SCP-ADF instances, what was left of them was crushed and in the wet crater from all the pressured water. She instantly regretted what she did as she didn't scan them or collect samples as per protocol. However, her luck might have turned around as bits of the SCP-ADF remains started mutating into SCP-610 flesh. Suddenly it all started joining together into a single monster that greatly resembled an SCP-ADF instance without armor. However, it only remained stable for a short while before it started falling apart. 

White Rabbit however looked at the SCP-610 instance unimpressed regardless due to how weak it looked both before and after it started falling apart. She manifested a forcefield around it and condensed the forcefield until the SCP-610 instance was just a ball of condensed meat. 

"I guess the researchers have to settle with this, onto the next group them."

***

Card was traveling through the dense forest while riding one of her summoned monsters. She was riding a unicorn to be more precise, one of her favorite summonses. Card grew up in Japan and loved those gacha games and card games. It was because of her way of utilizing magic that she was often called the "nerd witch".

However, Card stopped her unicorn when she heard someone screaming for help, she used a far sight spell to see what was going on. There was a human wearing rags while being at gun point by two SCP-ARF instances. There were five other humans trapped in a cage while there were six SCP-ARF instances were guarding said cage. It seemed like an obvious trap using sympathy for the injured as bate. Only problem is, how did they get their hands on humans in the first place? 

After SCP-610 manifested not only did the Foundation wall off the entire infected area but they evacuated all villages that were close to the area to cities and other areas much farther away. So, there shouldn't be any civilians in the area for the SCP-ARF instances to take hostage. Card knew she needed to save them, but she was in no rush for she remembered one of the codes of the Foundation "Don't see things for what they are, but instead, what they could be." As such she unsummoned her unicorn and pulled out the Ancient Mystical Elf General Card and summoned the beast within quickly. She ordered the Elf General to snipe the SCP-ARF instances while she ran around to ambush them from a different angle.

Before Card started running, she quickly reached into her personal bag and pulled out a vial of SCP-AFD-4.3 and chugged it down right away. Summoning didn't take up that much mana thanks to most of the magic already being stored into her cards, but she refueled the magic within her body anyways. 

Just then the Elf General started firing at the SCP-ARF instances killing off the two holding the human crying for help at gun point. The other SCP-ARF instances started firing on the Elf General forcing him to run and hide to avoid the plasma bullets. However, the plasma bullets quickly started following him thought thankfully by hiding behind the trees he was able keep the bullets form hitting him. Once the SCP-ARF instances stopped shooting and all their bullets dissipated after hitting the trees the Elf General readied his bow again to fire. However, this time he used his magic to enhance the arrow so after he fired, the arrow manifested into six arrows of magical energy that hit all the six remaining SCP-ARF instances instantly. 

Now with all the SCP-ARF instances dead Card walked up to the human who was held up at gun point. Card had her hand behind her back and was getting ready just in case this was a trap which it probably was. 

Card: Are you alright sir?

Civilian: Heeeelp! Help me!

Card: Sir calm down they won't hurt you anymore.

The man then looked at Card as his eyes started bleeding.

Civilian: Heeelp! Please help me!

His voice started getting deeper and sounded distorted making Card back off as her suspicion was confirmed. His limbs started stretching out to the point that his skin was tearing up revealing the mutant muscle tissue underneath. His legs and arms that were once had a single join ended up with two joints making him look like a freakish human spider. Then his jaw elongated and once again his skin tore up exposing the muscles underneath. 

He screeched out at Card loudly, but she just stared at him as she coated her body in all the best and most powerful anti-bacterial, anti-viral, anti-fungal, anti-parasitic, anomalous, anti-phase, shield, regeneration, and protection spells. The beast then jumped at her and started stomping its fists and feet on her, bashing her to death. 

Or at least that would have happened, but instead the beast was quickly sliced in half by Card's Cybernetic Chainsaw Sword. Not only did it tear up the beast's flesh, but it also fried the flesh as well so if it could regenerate it was no longer able to.  

Card: Hmph, I'm not good for just magic.

The beast kept screeching, so she started dismembering it until it was just little pieces. Once she was done however the other humans started mutating and their bodies started stretching out until they broke out of the cage. The Elf General then started firing on them to stop them, but the resulting injuries form the arrows were minor and the creatures were able to regenerate form it easily. Card just sighed and used a powerful fire spell to incinerate them all. 

She then turned back to the pieces of the beast, but all the body parts started growing fleshy bug like legs and were trying to crawl away. Card then incinerated all the body parts and trapped it inside a force field bubble. She made the bubble float up for her to get a better view, she then cast as many analyses and appraisal spells, she could absorb as much data as fast as possible. 

Card: Hm... woah! It has traces of SCP-ARF and SCP-610 in its DNA but the overall structure is... It's completely different! It's a while new anomalous pathogen! A whole new SCP! Oh man, Craft is going to love this.

The Elf General then showed up next to Card, she made the Elf General get absorbed back into its card. She then looked back to the map on her visor and found more targets.

Card: Hm that's going to take a while to get too, better pick up the pace then.

Card then pulled out another card from her deck, this time it was an Alpha Griffin. She quickly summoned it and rode it to the next group. 

***

Another of the creatures was running towards Rune but he punched it with his gauntlets. The magic of the runes on his gauntlets and on his body activated causing the beast to be condensed into a small cube. A large and heavily armored SCP-ARF instance tried to scratch his back though that was where he placed all of his defensive and protection runes allowing them to activate, preventing Rune from getting hurt. He punched it back leaving it to start condensing into a small cube as well. This was Runes favorite method of attack. He used a combo of spells that allowed him to store all the data, organic material, and memories into a cube that acts as a magical USB so that the Foundation Researchers can review every scrap of data later. 

Rune then punched another SCP-ARF instance that resembled a giant spider, a blob of SCP-610, and another one of the mutant human creatures that had a laser sword created by SCP-ARF. Once Rune was done, he had approximately 17 cubes though he actually had 43 as this was already the third group he attacked. 

Rune: Heh, the researchers are going to have a fucking field day once this is all over.

***

Craft: Fascinating, absolutely fascinating!

Craft was floating in a bubble to keep herself safe from the SCP-610 instances and new anomalous creatures that were trying to eat at her. She was currently looking at a holographic computer screen she created that was being filled with all the data she collected thus far including the data she was collection just now.

Craft: So, this new organism isn't really a plague but some kind of sentient supercell quite similar to SCP-AAD only rather than assimilating cells wile replicating itself it instead converts cells into copies of itself. It's nothing like a virus in fact its more efficient while also even more deadly. With the way it works, a host could be affected and converted for years without knowing anything. Because their supercells they can replace any cell with ease tricking the host, the immune system, and even possibly the subconscious of the host! Then whenever the organism wants, it can just start mutating and attacking the host however it wants. It is quite literally an apex predator over all forms of life!"

GOC Craft: Ugh! Am I always this dorky and annoying!"

Craft looked down from her bubble and saw a clone of herself that she created. This particular Clone had the same armor, but it was white and light grey armor instead of black and dark grey armor. Furthermore, the armor had the logo of the Global Occult Coalition and was currently holding two Laser SMGs that she was firing at the SCP-ARF instances. 

This was the result of a spell Craft created known as Multiversal Madness where she creates clones of herself that are based on the various Groups of Interest. She mainly just created this spell and these clones because when she discovered that Groups of Interest existed at a young age, she was filled with curiosity by them and actually kind of admired a few. But instead of betraying the Foundation she simply decided to bring the Groups of Interest to her, so she learned all she could about each one and created the clones. Right now, she had a clone of the GOC, Children of the Scarlet King, Church of the Broken God, and The Serpent's Hand.

GOC Craft: Seriously! I have all this power and yet I just sit in a bubble and let my clones do all the work? You really are like the SCP Foundation! Just a bunch of eggheads that send good soldiers on suicide missions!

Craft just glared at her clone in disappointment; she then created a bag of her favorite chips, opened it, and started eating them. The GOC clone grunted in annoyance but then realized she was about to be ambushed by more SCP-610 instances. She was about to fight back but was instead saved by the Children of the Scarlet King Clone. The CSK clone was wearing a black and scarlet sheath dress with one of those cuts that showed only one of her legs. Her skin was pale with scarlet veins all over her body, her eyes were black with scarlet pupils, and she had black horns growing out of her forehead. She killed the SCP-610 instances by having her hand and having it turn into three monstrous armored worms that devoured the instances. 

CSK Craft: No need to be so infuriated my other self. I like doing the work, it's fun tearing apart helpless weaklings.

GOC Craft: Well, sorry my other self but not everyone is a sadistic psychopath like you.

The CSK Clone just smirked and suddenly her mouth expanded, she then reached into her mouth and pulled out a small ball that contained the remains of the SCP-610 instances she devoured. She then threw it to the original Craft who made it stop midair and float toward her bubble for analysis, thought she was disappointed to find out it was no different to ordinary SCP-610.

Suddenly the two other clones showed up both having condensed orbs of their samples floating around them. the Serpent's Hand Clone was wearing a dark green cloak with the symbol of the Serpent's Hand on the back of the cloak. underneath her cloak was dark armor that was standard for soldiers of the Serpent's Hand. The Church of the Broken God Clone had a futuristic cybernetic body with a tiara and little trinkets like a necklace that were commonplace for older sects of the Chruch. 

The original Craft simply raised her hand and the orbs floated over to her so that she could analyze them. Before that, she absorbed all of her clones allowing her to absorb all of the combat data acquired. Craft smiled at how much data she was getting she was a nerd and was proud of it. As she was continuing to eat the chips, she opened up another holographic computer scene where she saw the status of everyone as well as the squads of SCP-ARF and SCP-610 instances. There used to be a lot more of them on the loose but her and her clones ended up wiping most of them out. 

Craft: Hm... perhaps I went overboard, but then again, it would have taken forever if I didn't.

***

Victoria's heart was racing as she was getting closer to her target, she was normally not afraid of these kinds of battles but that's normally because she wasn't alone. She had her big brothers and Irantu and Munru and her big sisters Onru and Nanku with her. Ever since she joined MTF Tau-5 she was never alone and now she was she really didn't like it at all. 

Victoria just groaned as she held SCP-ABV-2 in its scabbard close to her. thankfully she was getting close to the target she saw that there was a ledge of land close to it so she could get to a higher ground and observe them from there. Once she made it to the top, she looked over the edge to see what she was dealing with. They were heavily armored SCP-ARF instance that had strange looking rifles. Scans on her helmet showed that they weren't loaded with bullets or energy but instead injection needles filled with an unidentifiable pathogen inside of it. It wasn't SCP-ARF, and it wasn't SCP-610. Apparently, the needles are able to stab through even steel allowing them to bypass US bulletproof armor. 

Victoria was actually impressed with how powerful and advanced their technology was, however, she was annoyed that such technology was going to be used to harm innocent lives. She then got up and looked again at the SCP-ARF instances and was again filled with fear. However, she took a deep breath and remembered what her big brother Irantu told her and finally the fear in her heart was gone. She raised SCP-ABV-2 in the air and from it four orbs of light were constructed and quickly shot at the head of four SCP-ARF instances, killing them instantly. 

The remaining six roared at her in anger and started firing with their needle rifles but with the power of SCP-ABV-2 she seemingly disappeared from their sight but in reality, she just moved so fast that she was now behind them all. The SCP-ARF instances looked around in confusion and even more so when two of them were decapitated in an instant. The remaining four looked at Victoria and roared in anger while raising their rifles Victoria smirked as she was just going to disappear with her speed again. However, to her shock they all suddenly froze and fell to the ground as all of their backs were hit with the needles form their rifles earlier. Thanks to SCP-ABV-2 Victoria was also able to see all the incoming needles and slash them away.

Victoria was surprised, they were seeker class bullets, yet they were also needle injection bullets. Both class of bullets were hard to manufacture even for the Foundation yet right now Victoria was looking at a fusion of the two which meant it should be even harder to manufacture yet SCP-ARF got it done. 

However, before Victoria could ponder anymore the SCP-ARF instance got back up only they were standing all limp and weak like zombies. Their limbs started stretching out and in the weak points of their armor fleshy tendrils grew out and onto the armor. 

Victoria was visibly disturbed by the new mutant monsters, so she used the increased speed of SCP-ABV-2 to slice them up and quickly manifested several lasers and shot them at the remaining pieces to scorch the remaining pieces. Once she was mostly sure they were dead she grabbed some samples of flesh and placed them into her sample capsules hidden in her armor. 

Victoria then realized that she actually did the mission on her own like everyone told her to and she actually did it well. Victoria jumped up and down in excitement but quickly stopped after getting embarrassed. She then regained her composure and looked at her computer visor to see what her next target should be. 

***

Nanku was currently surrounded by an army of small insectoid SCP-ARF instances that were trying to rip her to pieces. However not only did she have her shield activated but she was using her dual Incineration Laser SMGs to shoot them all. Thanks to her computer visor as well as her cybernetically advanced senses she was able to shoot them all with great precision. She made sure her forcefield was only at 10 feet wide so that she was using minimal power. Eventually they reached a point that the SCP-ARF were dwindling too fast and actually getting scared as a result. They tried to scatter but Nanku activated several Black Hole Grenades and threw them at coordinated places near the SCP-ARF instances. They were all caught and ended up getting wiped out instantly. 

Nanku: Hm... well that was kinda boring, I was really hoping that I would fight off something more exciting. Oh well, guess I better go find another target. 

***

Munru was holding an Automatic Foundation Shotgun with N rounds in one hand and in the other had another Shotgun with E rounds. He was firing at the new entities weren't either SCP-610 or SCP-ARF but were able to mimic humans. Right now, thought, they were stretching their limbs out to jump in-between and climb up trees in order to avoid Munru's shots. However, they were failing entirely and were either getting caught up in the explosions or hit by bolts coated in necrosis venom. They were jumping around incredible fast and slowly advancing on Munru but he still managed to hit at least one with each shot. 

However, they were still getting closer and spreading out more making it harder for Munru to rely on his shotguns. He quickly put them away and pulled out his Dual Cybernetic Plasma Katanas. Thankfully he acted in time as the entities were right on top of him, he quickly started slicing them up while frying their flesh. They were fast and strong, but Munru proved to be faster and stronger; smarter as well since he was aiming for their weak points and cutting them up with accuracy. 

Speed and Accuracy combined allowed Munru to cut them all up in a matter of minutes. Furthermore, those that got close enough to Munru were fired by the electrical bots pulsing out of Munru's armor. The burns from the electricity and/ or the plasma prevented the remaining pieces from regenerating or even escaping. Once Munru was done he gathered all of the pieces, threw them into a pile. He was going to destroy them but first, he collected some flesh and blood to put into his sample capsules within his armor; afterwards, he threw a Missile Seeker Grenade. Most of the pieces were destroyed and those that weren't got hit with Necrosis Venom Coated Fragments and rotted away.

Munru: Hm. These DNA samples as well as the video data I collected should be enough. Onto the next target.

***

Onru was on one of the trees in the densest part of the forest, she was waiting out for a group to come to her. According to her Visor there were ten of them in total that were in a ring thought what they were surrounding was an additional six hostiles. But as they got closer Onru noticed they didn't look like hostiles but instead like civilians. Onru's basic orders were to avoid civilian casualties if at all possible, however according to the live feed of information from the hive mind, they were hostiles as well. 

Onru got out her Cybernetic Sniper Rifle and aimed it at the middle. of the group. Onru was slightly confused that the false civilians were being held as what seemed to be hostages but at the same time it was probably part of the trap. As such, she didn't hesitate to fire instantly blowing up the 6 false civilians. The necrosis fragments also went everywhere causing the SCP-ARF instances as well as the false civilians to scream as they were both burning and rotting to death. 

Onru: ... Hm, that's quite an unpleasant sight, I wonder if this is why we are never trusted on rescue missions.

As the anomalies quickly died, Onru fell to the ground and looked around but there was nothing left but the armor and guns.

Onru: Oops, I didn't get the chance to collect bio samples... I suppose I'll just have to stick with the weapons. 

Onru picked up a weapon used by one of the SCP-ARF instances and started carefully tearing it apart while scanning it to see how it worked. 

Onru: Interesting, such technology-built form inherited memory alone. It's a good thing we got this first. 

***

Irantu, made sure to stay where he was, which was currently on a pile of dead SCP-ARF instances. According to his visor seven different groups were heading right towards him, he was determined to get them all. Thanks to Craft two thirds of the enemies' squads were wiped out almost instantly leaving the rest of the Joint Task Force to take care of the rest. Irantu hoped that once he was done with these seven the job would at least be halfway over, as such he had no problem taking on seven groups at once, not that such a task would be dangerous for him anyways. 

Soon the first one showed up, it was a giant arachnid instance of SCP-ARF glaring at him in anger. It quickly roared at him and upon doing so, hundreds of smaller insectoid SCP-ARF instance started running past it towards Irantu. Continued to stand there as he activated his shoulder miniguns and started firing upon them as well as the larger arachnid SCP-ARF instance. They were quickly blown up and falling apart with their infectious blood and limbs falling everywhere. 

Six groups were left and two of them were now increasing their speed as through the hive mind they knew the first attack failed. They quickly showed themselves as one was a group of armored SCP-ARF instances and the other was the creatures that were neither SCP-ARF and SCP-610. They quickly ran towards Irantu while he activated both his miniguns and his double barrel machine guns on the arms of his armor. However, none of the hostiles actually ran towards Irantu and instead quickly tried running around him to make him waist him ammo. Irantu noticed this and deactivated his miniguns. However, one of the hostiles got on his back and tried to destroy at least one of the miniguns, but Irantu activated his super heating armor, setting the hostile on fire and melting its armor on itself. 

The other hostiles continued running around and tried to avoid Irantu's fire as those that failed to, quickly started rotting form the Necrosis rounds. Though Irantu was hitting a few of them he knew this wasn't being effective as he was wasting more ammo than making progress. As such he stopped firing and unleashed, he hidden blade from his arms and started slashing at every hostile he could. He started slashing, punching, and ripping them apart while they tried fighting back at him only get burned by his armor. 

Thanks to Irantu's superior strength and his programed knowledge of all forms of combat he was able to reduce the hostile numbers form. However, Irantu was then shot in the arm making him freeze up. He looked back to the surrounding forest and saw that the third group had showed up. This one was augmented with cybernetic limbs and was armed with a rifle that looked to be made of garbage but was clearly advanced in nature. Behind him was his other squad members of SCP-ARF instances also holding rifles but also holding chains to a large SCP-ARF beast. 

The group let go of the chains and the SCP-ARF beast ran towards Irantu while the other hostiles backed off to let it attack. Irantu took a deep breath to calm down thought he didn't need to; it was something Little Sister said helped keep the brain calm. Once the SCP-ARF beast was close enough Irantu got ready and punched it hard in the face. The punch was strong enough to rip the SCP-ARF beast apart and smash its insides. The SCP-ARF beast was now a gory mess on the ground in front of Irantu. 

Irantu took advantage of the silence in the air and activated his shoulder miniguns and started gunning down the second and third ground. The fourth ground was shocked but quickly enraged and started firing at him. Irantu retaliated by shooting his double barrel machine guns on his arms at them. They continued to fire at him as his bullets tore them apart, making what remained of them rot. 

Three groups were now left, one of them started retreating while the other two tried advancing faster to by the last one some time. Irantu made estimated calculations on where exactly each member of the other two groups were and started firing his shoulder and arm guns in those direction. Thankfully his calculations were correct as on his visor the number of hostiles were quickly going down. He then activated the rocket thrusters on his legs to charge forward while still aiming and gunning down where the other two groups were at until they were gone. 

Now only one group was left; thankfully, Irantu was heading right towards them before they could escape. Irantu was going so fast that he ended up ramming through them ripping apart at least four of them leaving only six left though each was badly injured. Irantu quickly turned off his rocket thrusters and stood as still as he could while his body dragged along by the force. If he was a human that would have ripped him apart, but he was a member of Tau-5 so he could withstand it and anything he couldn't withstand would regenerate no matter how severe the wound. 

Irantu faced the surviving SCP-ARF instances, as they looked at him in fear. Strange he thought, as so far, the SCP-ARF instances weren't even afraid of death they would willingly keep fighting even if the odds were not in their favor. Four of the survivors brought out their rifles while the other two quickly went back for a crate in the middle of their dead group members. The two front SCP-ARF instances started blasted concentrated beams at Irantu which quickly started overheating his armor. In response he just walked up to them and started smashing their heads and bodies in. He avoided using the mechanics of his weapons while they were hot as to avoid any potentially damaging malfunctions. 

The third one had a gravity gun that was able to levitate Irantu in the air; however, he proved to be too heavy and was able to walk up to that instance and kill it as well. Irantu turned to the fourth and last one only to be shocked as this last one had a sort of pulse cannon, pushing a massive amount of invisible force at him after each shot. Irantu tried aiming his weapons at the SCP-ARF instance only for them to be damaged from the force and his armor was getting weaker with each shot as well. 

The SCP-ARF instance seemingly started laughing as its victory seemed inevitable, Irantu was forced on his knees but not out of the fight. Irantu raised his fists and slammed them onto the ground causing a shockwave in the earth. The shockwave was powerful enough to knock all three SCP-ARF instances off their feet and stun them.

Irantu forced himself up, stomped on the first SCP-ARF instance to death, and ran to the other two to tear their heads off. Irantu sighed as he had never been so close to defeat since the SCP-1730 incident both before and after The Reset. 

Irantu: ... I hope little sister is doing okay.

Irantu then walked over to the crate and scanned it, inside was a strange mechanism filled with tiny insectoids infected with an aggressive strain of SCP-ARF. Irantu now could tell it was a capsule bomb that was meant to be launched to a heavily populated area to infect hundreds of people with the bugs.

Irantu: hm... lucky that shockwave didn't damage it too much, still this would be bad if it ever got out. 

Irantu started grabbing pieces from the SCP-ARF instances armor and started melting it with the superheat of his armor. With the melted metal he started coating it on the crate like clay in order to seal it up. 

Irantu: There, that should do it. Now to get this to Craft and reunite with the others. 

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Part 3

Part 1

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SCP: HMF Tales Hub

SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

[amoressb]

───── KISS ME MORE 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ trying to finish his makeup but he just can’t stop kissing you ｡｡ idol bf!riki x makeup artist!reader. fluff & wc. 1.4k ; lots of kissing, skinship, petnames｡｡

──── ARCHiVE

the backstage dressing room of the sold out arena was alive with activity. assistants rushed in and out, carrying outfits and adjusting mics, while the members of enhypen filled into the room, their energy a mix of nerves and excitement. riki, the main dancer, was the last to enter, his stage outfit already clinging perfectly to his frame. his hair was freshly styled and his usual confident grin was firmly in place.

you stood near the vanity, arranging your makeup tools neatly. you glanced up when the door opened and your heart did it’s usual flutter when your eyes landed on riki. despite working and being together for years now, he still had that effect on you.

“hey pretty,” riki greeted, making a beeline for you as the other members settled into their chairs. without a care for the busy room, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “riki!” you exclaimed, glancing around to make sure no one had seen, your cheeks flushing pink. “we’re at work!”

“and?” he teased, his voice soft and low so only you could hear. “it’s not like they don’t already know.” you tried to keep your expression neutral, but his adoring gaze was making it impossible. he looked at you like you were the only person in the world, his dark eyes warm and full of affection.

“go sit down,” you finally said, trying to suppress a smile as you motioned to his chair. “you’ve got a show to get ready for.”

“yes ma’am,” riki said with a mock salute before plopping into his chair. the other members exchanged knowing smirks but didn’t say anything, accustomed to their maknaes antics when it came to you.

you approached him with your makeup kit, your expression shifting to one of focus. you grabbed a primer and started dabbing it onto his skin. riki leaned back obediently, watching you the entire time. his eyes followed every move you made—how you tilted your head slightly while working on his foundation, the way your lips pressed together as you concentrated.

“stop staring,” you said without looking up, your voice tinged with amusement. “i can’t help it,” riki replied, a grin tugging at his lips. “you’re too pretty when you’re in your element.”

“flattery won’t get you out of wearing eyeliner,” you quipped, picking up the next product.

he chuckled, staying quiet for a moment as you traced sharp, precise lines around his eyes. but when you leaned in to work on his lips, he couldn’t sit still anymore.

“riki, baby,” you said, holding his chin to keep him steady, “if you don’t stop moving, you’re going to look like a mess out there and i’ll let the fans blame you.”

riki grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “would it really be so bad? they might think the smudges are part of my charm.”

“charm doesn’t cover uneven eyeliner or faded lip tint,” you muttered, dipping the brush back into the product. you leaned closer, focusing on his lips. “well,” he said, voice dropping a bit deeper than before, “if it’s my lips you’re worried about, maybe you should test them.”

“riki,” you warned, but your cheeks flushed at his teasing tone. in response, he leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, leaving a faint mark of coral lip tint behind. “there, a little something just for you.”

you froze, your brush midair, and fixed him with an exasperated glare. “riki! you’ve ruined it again, that’s the third time!” he laughed, utterly unrepentant. “what can i say? your face is more fun to decorate than mine.”

“you’re impossible,” you muttered, grabbing a makeup wipe to start over. “at this rate, you’re going on stage with bare lips.”

“then the fans will get the real me,” he said with a playful shrug.

“no, the fans will get a makeup artist who quits her job halfway through the tour because of you,” you shot back, though your lips twitched in amusement.

as you leaned in again, riki stared at you with unabashed affection, making no effort to hide how enamored he was. the way your brows furrowed in concentration, the way you bit your lip when you worked—it all made his heart race.

“riki, stop looking at me like that,” you murmured without glancing up.

“like what?”

“like you’re about to—”

before you could finish, he closed the distance between you two and kissed you square on the lips. it was soft but lingering, enough to make you forget for a moment that you guys were backstage, mere minutes before showtime. when he pulled back, your carefully applied lip tint was smeared, and his own lips were a mess.

“—do that,” you finished, blinking at him.

he grinned, completely unbothered. “you make it hard to resist, baby.” you sighed dramatically, though your cheeks were pink. “i give up. you’re going on stage like this.”

“no, no, no,” he said quickly, laughing. “i’ll behave this time, i swear.” you arched an eyebrow. “you said that five kisses ago.”

“this time, i mean it,” he said, leaning back in his chair and clasping his hands in mock innocence. “scout’s honor.”

the other members started laughing. jake smirked at riki from his chair. “you’ve got it bad, riki.”

“jealous?” riki shot back, unbothered by the teasing.

you sighed, rolling your eyes but smiling as you reached for the lip tint again, applying it with quick, practiced strokes. riki stayed still this time, though you could feel his eyes on you the entire time. “there,” you said at last, stepping back to inspect your work. “you’re ready.”

“perfect,” he said, glancing at himself in the mirror. then he turned to you with a cheeky smile. “almost as perfect as you.”

“flattery won’t save you if you mess it up again,” you warned, though you couldn’t help but smile. a knock on the door interrupted them and the groups manager poked their head in. “you guys are on in five.”

“got it!” riki called, standing up. he looked down at you, his expression softening. “wish me luck?”

“break a leg,” you said with a small smile, your voice gentler now. “and please don’t kiss anyone on stage.” he chuckled. “you know my lips are only yours.”

with a wink, he was gone, leaving you to clean up your station. you could hear the deafening roar of the crowd as the show began and a small smile tugged at your lips. as exasperating as he could be, there was no denying how proud you were of him.

hours later, the concert was in full swing. you watched from backstage, your heart swelling with pride as riki belted out the final dance moves of their song. his moves effortless and smooth, his stage presence captivating as always. by now, he and the other members took their final bows and headed offstage.

riki burst into the dressing room, still glowing with the adrenaline of the performance. his hair was damp with sweat, his shirt clinging to him, and he looked every bit of the star he was.

“y/nnn,” he called, his voice still slightly hoarse. he scanned the room until his eyes found you and his face lit up. without hesitation, he strode over, pulling you into a tight hug.

“riki, you’re all sweaty!” you protested, laughing as you tried to push him away.

“and i missed you,” he said smiling, grabbing your chin, turning you to face him, and leaning in without hesitation to kiss you before you could respond. his lips still tinted faintly with the remnants of his stage makeup. when he pulled back, your own lips bore the faint coral hue.

“you just kissed off the last bit of your lip tint,” you said, your voice soft but teasing. “good,” riki said, his grin boyish and unrepentant. “it belongs on you anyway.”

their moment was interrupted by the other members filing into the room. jake let out a low whistle, grinning as he pointed at the couple. “you really can’t keep your lips off her, huh?”

“you’re gonna wear her out before the next show,” joked jungwon. riki rolled his eyes but kept his arm firmly around your waist. “jealousy isn’t a good look on you guys.”

“sure, sure,” jake said with a laugh. “just try not to kiss off her patience, too.” you shook your head smiling, “too late for that.”

riki leans down to kiss your lips again and looked into your eyes, ignoring the teasing entirely. “lucky for me, she loves me anyway.”

“unfortunately for me,” you muttered, though the warmth in your smile gave you away.

⋆｡°✩ @miukidoll @flufflights

[muwapsturniolo]

Nipple or Tip ( • )( • ) C. Sturniolo

"I also saw one of those weird makeup hacks-"

⟢ funny shit tbh. nipples and tips of dick are mentioned as well as balls. chris being unhinged in ulta, reader done with his bs but also down with his bs.

dividers by the one and only rose toy @bernardsbendystraws

You were a beauty lover, it was well known by everyone in your life. When you were a kid, you were constantly in your moms makeup bag, messing up her high-priced lipsticks and eyeshadows on a daily basis.

As you got older, that love for makeup stayed.

You had a whole beauty room in your two-bedroom apartment. You had the vanity, the box lights as well as ring lights, and drawers on top of drawers filled with makeup you may not even have a chance to touch.

Chris knew of your love for makeup, he has been in you're beauty room one too many times to think otherwise. He never saw it as too much because he knew it was your way of expressing yourself - he was never the one to hate on expression.

So here he was, driving you to the place he should just invest in at this point.

Ulta.

You spent so much time there, that the workers recognize you. You have the credit card, you've racked up points, and you memorized the aisles. This was basically your third home, the first being your own and the second being Chris's.

"Alright, what do you need today?"

You proceed to go through your list as you walk inside the bright store, the sound of Billie's "Birds of a Feather" playing over the speakers. The song distracts him for a moment, but he comes back to reality hearing you say foundation.

"Wait, didn't you just get a new foundation?"

"Well...Yes, but I need another one!" He gives you a look as the two of you walk over to Wyn Beauty. "Technically, you don't need another one. You have about forty of them, but who am I to complain considering you're paying?"

It's comical to him the way you stop in your tracks, your eyes widening in disbelief. "What do you mean I'm paying? It's your turn to pay!"

Chris chuckles to himself, fixing the beanie on his head. "I'm just pulling your clit."

"Chris please stop fuckin' talking to me. That's not even how the damn saying goes!"

He giggles like a schoolboy and kisses your shoulder, motioning to the bright green packaging in front of you. "Go ahead and pick out your millionth foundation."

And so you do, you pick out a new foundation...and concealer, primer, setting spray, bronzer, lip gloss, and lipstick.

"Ok, now a lip liner." Your words spark Chris's interest, his mind going back to a specific video he saw not too long ago. The two of you start walking over to NYX, and he decides to fill you in on the content he consumed.

"So like, I saw this makeup video on tik- Why are you getting makeup videos on TikTok? What girl are you sending them to?"

"I'm getting them because of you, dumbass. You're the only girl that actually puts up with me, why would I talk to another one?" You snicker to yourself knowing he's right.

He's too in love with you to go find someone else.

"Anyway, like I was saying. I saw this video on TikTok where this girl was trying out these makeup hacks or secrets, whatever it's called. So she said the best way to match your lip liner is to match it to your nipples! Crazy shit, but it has me thinking, what if you matched it to the tip of my dick?"

All you could do was stare at him in silence.

"You being deadass?"

He shrugs before answering you, a smirk that shows he's up to no good making its way onto his face. "I mean, I think it would look nice on you. A nice pinky red....It's up your alley anyway considering you have a blush named 'orgasm' and a mascara called 'better than sex' ."

"Didn't I tell you to stop talking to me?" He groans and pulls you closer, his hands settling right on top of your ass. "Come on it would be funny! I will literally give you my card and let you roam in TJ Maxx and I will take you to Chili's!''

"You had me at TJ Maxx."

You whip your phone out, thanking yourself for buying a privacy screen, and begin scrolling through your privet photo albums to find a picture of Chris's dick.

"Wait, you should match one to your nipples too. Then we can compare which one looks better."

He could be so childish at times, but you were the exact same.

The two of you stand in the aisle, holding up different shades of pink and brown to your phone. Eventually, you two settle on "Rose" and "Nutmeg", the two colors being the closest you could get.

Soon the two of you are back in the car and Chris is urging you to try on both lip liners, refusing to drive until he sees them on you. You first try on the brown shade, lining your lips with ease. It was a pretty color, simple and not unusual considering you always wore brown lipliner.

You turn to Chris, asking him what he thinks. "Sexy as usual. You know I like it when you do the brown ones." You smile at his flattering words, giving him a quick peck on the lips before wiping the lip liner off. You unravel the pink liner and swipe it on, rubbing your lips together so it blends out.

"So what do we think? Nipple or tip?"

You see the way his eyes dart across your face, analyzing everything about you.

"Both look good, you know you can make everything look good. It's what I love about you." You find your cheeks getting warm, never getting used to the way he makes you feel so good, even on days when you look like a bum.

"Come on, I promised to let you roam in TJ Maxx." He puts the car in reverse and begins driving towards the retail store. The drive is quiet for the most part, nothing but music and the occasional small talk. As soon as the two of you make it to TJ Maxx, Chris turns to you before getting out of the car.

"You know, I also saw one of those weird makeup hacks where this girl put her foundation on with her boyfriend's balls."

"This the last time imma tell you to shut up talkin' to me!"

[redvexillum]

"EPISODE 5 ISN'T A RAGATHA EPISO--"

So I just finished watching Episodes 4 and 5 of The Amazing Digital Circus for the third time because I’ve clearly given my life to this show and Gooseworx owns my soul. Genuinely, what phenomenal writing. I've seen mixed reception for episode five but I’m thrilled that the majority of the fandom can agree this episode was amazing. Because that means I can scream with all you FunnyBunny shippers and dedicated emotional wrecks alike.

Now. Let me get into why Episode 5 wasn’t just a Jax episode (though it very much was)—but why it was, at its core, Ragatha’s episode. This is gonna be long and laced with “am I overthinking this?” moments. Buckle up.

WHO IS RAGATHA?

When we first meet her in Episode One, she’s nice. Incredibly kind. Super peppy. But there's this teeny-tiny crack in that candy coating. She spirals, just a little, and we see a nervous, anxious edge slipping through her “positive vibes only” persona.

And that spiral? It’s not a one-time thing. It gets worse. The deeper you go into the series, the more you notice how her overbearing positivity feels less like optimism and more like a coping mechanism. A weaponized smile. She’s not just trying to cheer everyone up, she’s gaslighting herself into believing she has to be happy. She has to be likable. That it’s the only way she’ll be accepted.

And in the Digital Circus, where identity is shredded (like you forget your name for fuck's sakes) and everything’s performative? That’s not just sad...it’s devastating.

EPISODE 4: THE CRACKS BEGIN TO SHOW

Episode Four set the entire foundation. When Ragatha gets “stupid sauce” in her eyes and all her emotional filters drop, you finally see her. She stops curating how she’s perceived and just exists...and what comes out? She reminisces of her life (which gets confirmed in Episode 5). Gangle tries to warn her she might get hurt, and her response is almost eerie in how casually she brushes it off.

Sure, it could be a nod to Raggedy Ann and all that doll-abuse lore, but when you learn about Ragatha’s real past: abusive, narcissistic mother, high-society pressure cooker upbringing...that “hurt” starts feeling very literal. Maybe this line wasn’t just random doll humor. Maybe it’s a whisper of childhood trauma, manifesting through a false smile.

And then comes the Gloink Queen. The way Ragatha lights up at the idea of a mother who genuinely cherishes every single one of her hundreds of children? I fucking felt that. It wasn’t just admiration; it was longing. Desperation. Like she never got that kind of love growing up, so the concept itself is intoxicating. It’s this quiet heartbreak that adds a whole new layer to her need for approval.

She hates Jax. Let’s be real. He antagonizes her constantly, pushes every one of her buttons (he literally threw her in a goddamn vat of boiling oil for fucks sakes). But the part that wrecks me? She doesn’t want him to hate her. Not because she likes him, but because anyone disliking her is unbearable. Being disliked means she failed. Means she’s unworthy. Means she’s alone.

That’s why her facade, this grinning, chipper armour? It's everything. And the more we see of her, the more we understand that it’s crumbling.

I NEED YOU ALL TO LOCK THIS SCENE INTO YOUR BRAINS, OKAY? Because this exact emotional thread gets replayed like a broken record all throughout Episode Five. It’s not just a one-off moment, it’s the theme. The cast knows Ragatha’s cheer is fake. And honestly? It makes sense. They’ve been stuck together for who-knows-how-long, and you learn a lot about someone in that kind of nightmare.

But here’s the thing: when someone keeps pushing toxic positivity, constantly trying to “cheer you up” without actually listening, it doesn’t help. It hurts. It makes the person reaching out feel like they’re talking to a wall. Ragatha so badly wants people to open up to her, but she’s terrified of doing the same in return, and that’s where the entire disconnect lies. She’s hyper-aware of how she’s perceived. Her self-image is a prison. And at the core of it all?

Rejection.

Her biggest, ugliest, most soul-deep fear. Because rejection leads to isolation. And isolation? Leads straight back to the kind of loneliness she probably drowned in as a child.

Now, you're probably wondering: why am I still going off about Episode Four when I promised this was a breakdown of Episode Five?

Because Episode Four is the breadcrumb trail. It's the soft warning. The writer’s subtle little “hey, pay attention to her” moment. It’s the appetizer. It preps us, emotionally and narratively, for the main course of Episode Five, where Ragatha's carefully-constructed image begins to crack and we finally, finally, start to understand the full scope of her trauma.

Let’s address the big criticism real quick: a lot of people think this was a Jax-centric episode. And I get it. Jax got depth, growth, actual backstory. But here’s my take: Jax and Ragatha are each other’s foils.

One is warm, soft-spoken, always smiling, but secretly repressing everything real.

The other is brash, rude, antagonistic—but when he opens up? He’s real. He’s genuine.

They’ve been clashing since Episode One, and their dynamic works because they’re mirrors: distorted, but parallel.

Why was using Jax as Ragatha’s foil so brilliant? Because it does two huge things. First, it finally shows us Jax as a person instead of just telling us he’s a dick with a smile. But more importantly?

It amplifies Ragatha.

A foil, by definition, is a character who highlights the traits of another character by contrasting with them. And what better way to show Ragatha’s entire internal collapse than by placing her beside someone who, while difficult and abrasive, actually manages to connect with someone else?

Because as Jax grows closer to Pomni, the very connection Ragatha has been chasing since Day One, it throws Ragatha’s failures into painful high-def. She’s tried everything. She’s been kind, supportive, the “good friend.” And yet, it’s not her Pomni opens up to. It’s not her Pomni laughs with.

And that is why Episode Five is a Ragatha episode. Maybe not in the obvious, center-stage way. But in the subtle, devastating unraveling that plays out just beneath the surface.

Now, let’s talk receipts. I’ve got observations, breakdowns, and repeat viewings of Episodes Four and Five loaded and ready.

I don’t know if it was a deliberate artistic choice or just an organic part of the scene composition, but I can’t not point out how telling it is that the characters are all paired off: Jax and Pomni, Kinger with Zooble and Gangle, and yet Ragatha? She’s standing off in the distance. Alone. Isolated. Visibly excluded from every natural dynamic.

And I really want to believe that was purposeful. A quiet visual cue for us, the audience, to understand not just the social dynamics of the group, but how deeply disconnected Ragatha truly is from the others.

Honestly, I think this was the moment her carefully held-together mask started to split. The start of the spiral. Go back to the earlier episodes and you’ll start noticing it: Ragatha drops a lot of sharp, snarky comments. Some subtle. Some cutting. Whether intentional or not, those little moments are emotional leaks. She drops her filter more often around Jax, which makes sense, she hates him. She doesn’t bother hiding it. But the fact that her snark surfaces at all tells us something: the mask is slipping.

Think about Episode One, when Ragatha spirals, it’s visceral. It’s raw and disturbing in a way the others’ breakdowns just… aren’t. Why? Because for Ragatha, cracking isn’t just about stress or fear. It’s about exposing something she’s worked so hard to hide: her real, “ugly,” human feelings. She’s repressed them for so long, forced herself to smile through it all, because she believes that if she isn’t likable, if she isn’t “good,” she’ll be abandoned.

And now? That bottle’s starting to shake.

I'll circle back to this moment when I dive into the bar scene later (because oof—there’s so much there), but let’s keep things chronological for now.

Right after Ragatha leaves, Jax drops a line on Pomni: “[She] is taking advantage of you.” And it hits especially hard because just before that, Gangle told Pomni she didn’t think Ragatha was genuine. That? That’s when the discomfort surrounding Ragatha starts to really take shape.

Here’s why I think that hit a nerve with the rest of the cast.

They are all constantly fighting for their sanity. For their identities. They’re trapped in this surreal, terrifying digital purgatory where reality is questionable at best and all they’ve got are each other. That’s it. Just a bunch of strangers trying not to fall apart or, worse, abstract.

And when you're in that space? Vulnerability becomes everything. And it’s risky.

Being vulnerable to the wrong person, someone who doesn’t reciprocate, or worse, uses your openness against you is traumatic. It teaches you to close up. To withdraw.

To stop trying.

Now imagine reaching out to someone like Ragatha, who seems supportive on the surface, who says the right things, but there’s a disconnect. You don’t feel like you’re being seen. You don’t feel safe. You don’t feel like you’re talking to someone who’s willing to meet you in the mess.

And when that happens? Of course they gravitate elsewhere. Of course they pair off, find comfort in each other, and leave her on the fringes.

What hurts the most, though, is this: Ragatha wants connection. She’s starving for it. But she doesn’t know how to give it back in a way that feels real. She’s so wrapped up in being “the nice one,” the peacemaker, the cheerful glue of the group, that she can’t drop the act—even when it’s pushing people away. Even when it’s exactly what’s isolating her.

She wants to be close. She just doesn’t know how to be vulnerable.

Now, the biggest lore drop of Ragatha's past, let's break this down:

Throughout the entire series so far, Ragatha always speaks with this carefully curated tone: gentle, friendly, overly polite. But every time she gets a moment alone to monologue? It always derails. Every time. Her words unravel, her tone falters, and what starts as “everything’s fine” ends with something much darker, much sadder.

And this scene? God. This one hurt. Because when she starts talking about her mother, it stops feeling like just another breakdown. It feels like the core of her trauma is being yanked out into the open. She’s clearly an adult. Had a life. A career. Probably responsibilities and routines. And yet, that wound from her mother is still festering: deep, raw, and most importantly?

Completely unresolved.

This is where you see her coping mechanisms in full force. Ragatha has this heartbreaking tendency to downplay her own pain. She’ll smile through it, make a light comment, move on like it doesn’t ache. But it does. And that habit? It sabotages her ability to connect with people in a real, vulnerable way. Because how can someone share mutual pain with you if you never admit to having any? If you can’t even be real with yourself?

Remember when she confessed she hates Jax, but she doesn’t want Jax to hate her? That moment says everything. That desperate need to be liked, even by someone who openly antagonizes her, speaks volumes about her internal wiring. She’s terrified of rejection. Of being disliked. Of being seen as not enough.

And this scene, to me, is one of the most heartbreaking moments in the show. Ragatha is caught in this awful limbo: she wants connection, deeply. She wants friendship, understanding, belonging. But the second she senses discomfort, awkwardness, even the slightest ripple of tension, she backpedals. She shrinks. She brushes it off with a laugh or a sugar-coated phrase. And that’s exactly why the others can’t reach her.

She’s surrounded by people and still completely alone.

This scene also confirms what we’ve suspected all along: her mother had impossibly high standards. That nothing Ragatha did was ever good enough. That she had to perform perfection just to maybe receive love. It was a transaction. "Be the perfect little girl, the perfect daughter, the perfect doll, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll earn affection."

So of course she acts like this now. Of course she wraps herself in forced smiles and gentle words. Because somewhere deep down, she still believes that if she slips, if she messes up, if she shows anything “ugly”...then no one will love her.

Jax was a grade A asshole for this one. No sugarcoating it. He knew how badly Ragatha wanted to be Pomni’s friend. He’s not clueless. So when he swooped in and started getting close to her? Of course it triggered Ragatha. You could practically see her flinch.

And that sting? It echoes through the rest of the episode five from that point onwards. Especially when they get to the ball game scene.

That was the moment Ragatha finally let some of that bottled-up frustration out. She flat-out called Jax out, asking why he was trying to influence Pomni into acting like some careless, insensitive jerk. And yeah, on the surface it seems like just another clash between the two of them, but if you look a little closer (and maybe I’m reaching this), there’s something deeper going on.

From earlier episodes, we’ve seen Ragatha has this habit of telling Pomni how she should feel. She does it in this oddly motherly tone, like she’s trying to guide her, but in a way that almost infantilizes her. In Episode Two, in the candy kingdom bit, Ragatha starts talking to Pomni like she’s a child and Pomni immediately shuts it down: “I’m not a kid.”

That wasn’t just sass.

That was a boundary.

And it clicked for me: Ragatha might be echoing her mother’s behavior here. That condescending tone disguised as “help.” The “cheer up, it’s not that bad” mindset. The insistence that things should be okay, instead of just lettingpeople feel. Maybe that’s all she ever knew. And now, she’s unknowingly replicating it.

So when she follows Pomni’s advice to “try being a jerk sometimes,” and it backfires, when Pomni looks at her, clearly uncomfortable, it hits Ragatha like a rock. That same feeling of rejection, all over again.

And did anyone else notice the glitch when she apologized? Because I sure as hell did. It was subtle, but holy fuck, please don't be the next abstraction!

Then came the "Pomni Saves the Day (Almost)" scene, when it’s her turn to bat. She asks Ragatha if she wants to take her place, to "redeem" herself from her earlier miss. And for just a second, Ragatha lights up. It’s this tiny flicker of hope. Maybe this is her chance. Maybe she can fix things.

Maybe she’s needed.

But then… the game was already over and they won before she had a chance to bat because their evil version is basically KO'd. She turns to Pomni and sees them.

Pomni and Jax. Laughing. Close. Connected.

And suddenly that hope? It deflates.

Just like in the stargazing scene, we get this physical distance motif again. Ragatha is always just far enough to see the connection—but never be part of it. And in that moment, you can see it on her face, this quiet, confused heartbreak. The kind of grief that doesn’t explode...it just sinks in. Like she’s trying to understand why her kindness, her effort, her presence was never enough. Why being “nice” only pushed Pomni further away.

That expression she gives, caught somewhere between confusion, disappointment, and slowly-processed loss? God, that got me. It wrecked me. Because in that moment, she’s not angry. She’s not dramatic.

She’s just... alone.

And then finally… the nail in the coffin. The moment where the silent divide between Pomni and Ragatha becomes undeniable. The moment the entire show has been quietly building toward since Episode One.

Ragatha, who has tried so hard to make Pomni smile. To be her rock. To forge a connection. She wants that closeness. She craves that intimacy. But instead, she watches as Pomni laughs, genuinely, mind you, and effortlessly at Jax’s antics. And the second Pomni notices Ragatha looking? Her smile drops. Instantly. That joy disappears, replaced by awkwardness, tension, that same guarded expression we’ve seen before.

And it says everything.

Pomni can’t be herself around Ragatha. She doesn’t feel safe doing so. She might think Ragatha is a “nice enough” person… but that’s it. That’s where the connection ends. She doesn’t let her guard down. Doesn’t let Ragatha in. Because Ragatha, in all her curated cheer, never really opens up either.

And then the show drives it home with brutal elegance: the group starts to drift off, one by one, naturally falling into their new little dynamics. And Ragatha? Left standing in the middle. Alone. Forgotten. No one turns to her. No one invites her. She’s just there.

For all the time she’s spent in the Digital Circus, Pomni managed to connect with everyone else. Even Jax. And that, right there, is pure devastation for me.

Because all Ragatha has ever known is people-pleasing. That’s how she survives. That’s what she was taught. Be the sunshine, be the good girl, be agreeable and comforting and helpful then you’ll be loved. Then you’ll be safe. But what happens when that mask doesn’t work? When it actually pushes people away instead of bringing them in?

She doesn’t know how to express her loneliness. She doesn’t know how to say, “I’m hurting too.” Because that’s not what was modeled for her. That’s not what her mother taught her.

And this...this right fucking here is why Gooseworx was so right when they said this was a Ragatha episode.

Because Ragatha’s character flaws, the heart of her tragedy, are brought into the light not by spotlighting her, but by quietly contrasting her with a pair of characters we never expected to bond: Jax and Pomni.

From the start, we’re fed this narrative: Jax is an asshole. He teases Pomni. He’s rude, smug, abrasive. And yet… Pomni starts to soften around him. She connects. She even laughs. And you start to wonder...why is he getting through to her when Ragatha can’t?

Because Jax, in his own messed-up way, gets real. He opens up. He admits things. He’s emotionally messy, but it’s genuine. And that rawness, that honesty, is something Ragatha can’t allow herself to show. So while Jax slowly reveals the depth beneath his snark, Ragatha clings to her role: the always-smiling, ever-positive comfort character.

And that contrast? It’s heartbreaking.

You see it at the very end. How alone she is. And the cruel twist? She’s probably the one who needs connection the most. But she’s so stuck in her pattern, so locked in that internalized belief that she has to perform to be loved, that she ends up isolating herself even further.

I can’t stop thinking about this: Ragatha feels like someone who’s spent her entire life just close enough to be seen, but never close enough to be reached. She’s the background character in her own life: present, smiling, helpful… and utterly alone.

And maybe the reason so many people felt like this episode was more about Jax than Ragatha is because we’re supposed to feel her slipping into the background. Just like the cast is starting to overlook her, we as the audience are starting to, too.

That slow fade?

It’s intentional.

Thank you for coming to my rant. I never done a character analysis before, but I just fucking love this series so much.

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[ruruumin]

true rivals

₊˚ ☘︎ huntr/x! mira x fem! reader.

⤷ inspired by extraL by jennie

as the saja boys made themselves comfortable in their shared table with huntrix, mira’s glare was unwavering. resisting the urge to pull herself from this misery, she sucks up her frustrations and smiles wide for the audience. while the two men beside her chatter with superficial comments about her hair and face, a third voice breaks through the noise.

“didn’t know you were something to be shared, mira.” you say, tilting your cap upwards to expose part of your face. mira’s expression changes from annoyance to shock when she recognizes your smirk beneath the black mask. “i thought we had something special.” 

standing in front of her was a very, very special guest. mira’s lips press tightly against each other, gaze hardening on your figure. had you debuted with huntrix, the world would have united in glorified cheers. instead, you parted from them during your trainee days, choosing to go solo with your agent. 

mira didn’t believe it at first until she saw you walk out of the conference room. the expression on your face was dark and your agent trailed behind you like a puppy. the ceo was hot on your feet, begging for you to reconsider your choice and join the rest of the girls. you had a lot of potential, he kept saying. losing you would mean the entire program might sink under. regardless of his words, you left to create your own small company, one where you could have absolute reign over your debut.

the pink-haired idol thought that when you left, you took her heart with her. all those gentle gestures of affection, sharing water bottles and practicing difficult choreography late at night— she spent years shaking them off. when she closes her eyes, she still imagines your hot breath brushing up against the nape of her neck. she can feel the seething heat from beneath your finger tips as you guide her hips to the beat of the song. 

back in the present, mira closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. to some extent, she hoped you could have joined her in this new group. you would have been good friends with both zoey and rumi. and maybe there could have been more between the two of you. the spark she saw in you was still there. but she has to admit, you looked better alone. at the very top of the music scene, you shined brighter when you were by yourself. being held down by other people wasn’t your cup of tea. 

you wanted all the lines, the hardest dance moves, full control over the field. mira admired that most in you. this feeling of perfect authority that you wield. as long as you put your mind to it, you could do absolutely anything. you’ve done numerous collaborations that garnered both western and eastern attention. your stage presence was absolutely breathtaking when she got the chance to see you.

yet despite being at the height of your career, you’ve never once stopped teasing her. even now, you snuck through heaps of people to be in front of her. acting like one of her other fans, you gesture back to the poster.

her fingers are nervous and the palms of her hand was starting to grow clammy. a bead of sweat threatened to break through her foundation. underneath the gaze of the saja boys was tense, however, it was nothing compared to your sharp, almost calculating stare. 

“haha. very funny,” mira replies, picking up one of her posters, “who am i making this out to then?”

you slowly tilt your head to the side. humming a familiar tune she recognizes as your latest release, mira’s body starts to shiver. “how about… your number one rival?” 

she chuckles, signing the poster. subtly drawing a heart beside your name, she playfully rolls her eyes, “you got some real nerve showing up around here.” 

mira doesn’t waste a second giving you the poster, the excitement in her veins being almost as palpable as her many fans here. the two saja boys sitting beside her don’t bother signing the poster. instead, they sit back in their seats, exchanging looks to each other. the tension as so thick, you couldn’t cut it even with the sharpest of knives.

“i couldn’t help it. i wanted to see my favorite girl.” 

this mouthy response has mira at the edge of her seat, ears burning a brighter shade of pink than her hair.

“h-huh? what are you—?”

at this moment, the rest of the table is staring at her interaction with you. bobby is inching over with curious eyes. this level of attention has mira gripping onto the pen with a force strong enough to break the heavens. instead of entertaining the others at the table, both saja and huntrix, you think its a good time to leave.

“i better get going then. it was nice seeing you again, mira.” without wasting a breath, you straighten your back and start your departure. pulling your cap down to conceal your face, you weave through the crowd without looking back. 

she doesn’t need to hear it from you. she’s sure that when you left, you promised to see her next show.

[menelausblues]

is there a place i can go?

꒰ you're so used to hiding when it's hard, and xavier loves you too much to let you go. ꒱

𖥔 ݁ 1.5k. semi-canon. established relationship. depressed/anxious/avoidant reader/mc who's having a hard time with her stress and grief x understanding n tender boyfriend xavier. hurt/comfort. angst. some fluff at the end. ❀ ݁ this is for all my fellow anxious-avoidants trying their best not to let the horrors stop them from being loved.

mdni.

two days ago.

xavier ⋮ 2:01 pm. my bunny is missing. have you seen her? 

yesterday.

xavier ⋮ 3:04 pm. pretty eyes. pretty smile. pretty laugh. light of my life. if seen, please give me a call. xavier ⋮ 3:38 pm. i’ve asked all the neighbors and they say they haven’t seen my bunny at all. can you help me find her? i think i’ll be sad if she doesn’t come home to me soon.

today.

xavier ⋮ 3:51 pm. it’s been days since i last saw or talked to you. xavier ⋮ 4:09 pm. i tried coming by your apartment but it seemed like you weren’t there. praying my bunny didn’t leave home for good. xavier ⋮ 4:11 pm. are you okay? i’m worried about you.

it feels like no one loves you, but you know it’s not true.

you don’t understand why you’re like this, why at the foundation of your heart is a hurt little girl shaking in fear and always in a hurry to hide from the world or disprove its intentions. nothing feels as safe as isolation but nothing feels as awful as loneliness. you’re safe from the potentiality of harm but there’s no one to turn to for joy. so you sit and sulk in the security of your separation. your world is filled with empty rooms and stretched sighs. the worst part is that it’s entirely your own fault.  it feels like no one loves you. and it’s because you won’t let them even if they do. it’s not xavier’s fault that you’re avoiding him, but it is.  this blooming fear and odd sensation of coming loss is all because lately he’s perceiving you all too closely. it’s getting to the point where he’s learning your habits so thoroughly, he’s able to anticipate your needs.

it terrifies you because unearned kindness from a lover or a friend has only ever been followed by some kind of violence. some kind of resounding loss that fills you with emptiness. the image of your grandma and caleb surrounds your mind from all sides; your heart fills itself with grief until it overflows. and now you don’t know if you can trust him. or rather, trust him to love you back and be allowed to stay. so you run. you slink into shadows to avoid the pain of being known ( and it is painful to feel elation you can’t control because one day it’ll reshape itself into a monster of sorrow that swallows you ). but the best and worst thing about xavier is that he doesn’t give up. he’s always been relentless in even his gentle and quiet pursuits. it starts with a soft knocking at your door. you haven’t left your apartment much in days aside to clear your trash and it’s the third time he’s come by.  you know it’s him because a creature of habit in his own right, xavier knocks in the same pattern each time he comes.  the only difference is the sense of urgency has disappeared. it’s become hesitant, fearful almost. you could probably choke on your guilt if you weren’t so pre-occupied with the tears lodged in your throat. because everything hurts even when it shouldn’t. “baby?” you hear him call from behind the door. you don’t answer but your heart screams inside itself.

i’m here i’m here i’m here! nothing feels good; nothing feels right! i think i need you! please please please!

you lie in bed covering your head with your pillows like a frightened child trying to drown out the sound of a raging storm, pathetic as can be in your desperate need to escape your own desires to be with him.  your thoughts are in calamity, trapped somewhere between 'it’s not safe for me like this’ and ‘he’s the only thing that feels safe for me when i’m like this.’ truthfully, all you want is to tell him plainly that you’re struggling with your perception of yourself and him, but you can’t face him right now. not when your heart is up in the air like this, not when your eyes are puffy and red from the nonstop bouts of tears. not when you feel like you don’t deserve it. not when you feel like you haven’t felt enough shame for surviving to experience elation. silence falls but only momentarily before your phone vibrates beside you and the soft knocking continues.

xavier ⋮ 4:49 pm. i know you’re home. either something is wrong and you’re pushing me away or you’re severely injured. xavier ⋮ 4:52 pm. i think it’s the first thing because i saw you sneaking out of the building to take your trash out and you seemed physically well. please. i’m here. xavier ⋮ 5:00 pm. i’ll give you until 5:05 to open up on your own, but if you don’t, i have to come in and check on you okay? i just need to know you’re truly okay. if you need space, i need you to come tell me that please.

it’s a shame you never looked at your messages. maybe it would have been enough to get through to you.  maybe his soft reassurance that he knows what’s happening and still wants the best for you would have been enough to drag you out of bed and send your feet padding across the floor in all fairness. but true to your avoidant nature, you keep yourself tucked away. “aha,” you hear his ever-velvet voice suddenly in the center of your room despite not feeling his presence at all. “i think i found my missing bunny.” your heart jolts in your chest, scrambling to clamber up your throat in the form of a relieved sob. your shoulders shake from the strength of it forcing its way out of you. with no hesitation, the addition of xavier’s weight causes your bed to dip as he crawls to be at your side. he doesn’t pull the quilts back or try to coax you out. he just holds you, pulls your blanketed form closer to his own. his arms tighten their hold. “if i had known it was this bad i would have come sooner. i’m sorry.” but you think maybe he shouldn’t be sorry. you should.  because you’re the one who sees the world as a threat despite dedicating yourself to saving it. the contradiction of it all leaves you rivaling with a cognitive dissonance that feels impossible to resolve. “it’s not…it’s not you.” your voice cracks even as you whisper. “it’s me. it’s just me. it just…i can’t…all of it…” “shh,” he soothes. “you don’t have to explain yourself. it’s okay. right now, let’s just rest. isn’t that what you need? don’t worry about anything else.” it is. you need rest. comfort. love. the capacity to let yourself experience those things as they’re offered. and xavier.  he’ll be there but you know he won’t force you to accept his love. it’ll be up to you to take what you need from him and have the strength to admit when you need even more. sniffling, you slowly poke your head out of your blankets, letting your pillows fall to the side and looking up to finally face him. that’s your act of courage today, to be met with his gentle, welcoming smile and not punish yourself for wanting to keep something close to you, for not wanting it stolen again. he kisses your forehead tenderly. “i knew my bunny would come home. i just had to be patient.” “i’m sorry.” “i’m not in need of apologies at the moment, but i’ll graciously accept approximately three days worth of missing kisses.” in the pale blue of his eyes, there’s not even a drop of malice, resentment, or contempt to be found. if anything, there’s relief and fondness there. the tears well up in your eyes all over again. tentatively, you lean forward and offer his supple lips a ginger kiss. “i really am sorry.” “don’t be. not today. let’s just rest. all the other things can come later. there’s no hurry. i’m here, okay?” and he is. sometimes his patience and grace is a mercy you can’t even offer to yourself. it’s hard to forgive yourself for causing so many problems for others. it’s hard to forgive yourself for even things you can’t control: losing everything you know, everything that was left from losing everything once already. warm tears fall and you don’t try to stop them or shield them from sight. “you are here. aren’t you?” it’s more of a soft reminder for you, for these thoughts that crowd your mind and make you feel like a ghost in your own life: invisible and haunting everything, the source of everyone’s mourning when you go missing inside yourself. xavier nods, leaning his forehead against your own. “and i plan to keep it that way. i want to; i have to. i love you. so…you don’t need to worry about being alone anymore.” it won’t be perfect, but you’ll try your hardest to remember.