#the troubled and the trouble

[ashleyandvanessa]

Hello? Is this thing working?

It’s working, dumbass.

Well you’re next to it, so I wouldn’t fucking know, noface.

*Muffled giggles*

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Hey. I’m Ashley. I’m 15 years old and live in a hellhole named Mandela County. I’m an alternate encounter survivor, and am currently on timoril. If you’re lucky enough to live outside Mandela County, it’s an “anxiety medication” of some kind. Don’t ask about my eating habits. I’m fine. I like wildlife documentaries. Wish it was safe enough around here to spend time outside looking for stuff…

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I’m Vanessa! :) Im 15 and I’m Ashley’s friend and I occasionally visit her when her family is out at one of her older brothers baseball games. I like horror games and horror movies and anything horror related, really. I’m also very interested in religion and psychology… hoping on becoming a psychologist of course!! ^_^ I’m also very good with knives and picking locks, and I study biology in my off time…

ooc under cut

TW FOR: ED and SH mention

main is @analog-autistic, I use They/Xe/It

click here for picrew

Ashley uses she/they, Vanessa uses any pronouns

Ashley types in blue, Vanessa types in red

DO NOT SHIP THEM. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

the person who runs this account is the frontstuck host of an endogenic system. Anti-endos can still interact, but don’t interact with my main please.

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Important-ish notes:

Ashley doesn’t eat well because she’s hoping she’ll starve.

Ashley’s encounter was with a different alternate, not Vanessa.

Ashley has self-harm scars. She doesn’t hide them because nobody in mandela county is gonna bully her for it, everyone wants to die there

Ashley’s mother forces her to wear the cross necklace. Ashley herself is atheist after her encounter.

Vanessa is atheist either way.

Vanessa isn’t secretive about her being an alternate on this blog, unless she’s interacting with someone who lives in mandela.

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Tagging system:

#the ramblings of a lunatic - Ashley’s posts and interactions

#maddening whispers - Vanessa’s posts and interactions

#the troubled and the trouble - Both Ashley and Vanessa in one post!

#secrets of the universe - ooc/mod posts

#ashley’s camera roll - art of theym:3

sorry this whole blog took so long!! ^_^’

[stirdrawsandreblaws]

got stuck on the toilet earlier and my inner monologue started coming in cookie monster's voice for some reason

[cryptic-forge]

fighting art block with silly little projects like this Teapot Animal, sipping from your cup. i finally got to experiment with gold leaf on a bjd & that was a lot of fun.

[clowniconography]

drawing of a nightmare situation i may or may not currently be in

[lazylittledragon]

can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024

[inkpotsprite]

This was after he blew up all of the Leagues tech.

[nerdicorntheshipper]

[devildaisies]

🔥 H-O-T-T-O-G-O 🔥

[hattersarts]

:I

[mike-png]

Logan trying to watch tv in peace; mission appears to be impossible. (Click on the image for higher quality)

[ashleyandvanessa]

Hi, Ashley and Vanessa, you guys look interesting for no reason at all but how are you :D

Tired.

Just fine!

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[nerdygaymormon]

On March 10, 2025, Vivian Jenna Wilson posted on Threads that her father Elon Musk used IVF to conceive her and his other first few children to guarantee they would be boys, and this is why he is upset that as a child she was feminine and later came out as a trans woman, because he feels he didn’t get the product he paid for.

Elon has publicly slammed his daughter’s decision to transition and in 2024 said she had been “killed [by the] woke mind virus.” Vivian responded on Threads, “Last time I checked I am, indeed, not dead.” It’s no wonder she no longer speaks to him.

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[mochiobonio]

when the main character gains access to creative mode