#there is a reason for this. i'm just not good at coordinating colours to people/families

[hepbaestus]

If you were to associate a colour (can also be really specific with the shade) for each family of the qsmp, what would it be?

Like, what colour suits the Death Family, Rose Family, Brown-De Luque Family, etc.

[nicolos]

rocky aur rani thoughts

it wasn't at all what i expected actually? like I'm not sure what I expected but it wasn't that

rani chatterjee let me raid your wardrobe

they really just promoted tum kya mile and jhumka because there were like no other really memorable songs--

I sound a bit mean but I had a blast, I laughed a lot, did tear up at least once, and didn't want to pull up 2048 at any time during the film

(spoilers under the cut)

the film had some real 2011 style feminism moments mixed in with more genuine things? the interview at the start made me want to die but there were some almost - ALMOST - coherent points in there

bollywood is not the place to make statements about fat shaming etc etc but there was almost smth valid in seeing any jokes about what whatshername ate clearly coming from ...people were not supposed to like?

rocky and rani were actually quite sweet, despite the ...extraness

i think the film kind of rolled over this as rocky was supposed to be wealthy, but there's a great deal of elitism in the sort of attitude Rani and her family have towards Rocky. It makes me wonder what this film would be if he didn't ... colour coordinate his cars to his clothes and live in a replica whitehouse. like on one hand it's arguably his wealth that makes him able to be the way he is, but on the other hand, the traditional/modern divide that they were showing is typically also a class divide. there's no reason for rockys english to not be good as he is now - and nothing apart from personal taste and "traditionalism" for them to critique, even though rocky isn't actually that traditional in comparison to his family, and even if he was, they - esp at the start - didn't know that

on the other hand I don't know a lot of Bengali people or a lot of Punjabi people so it may just be like a culture shock thing they're going for. idk. i understand it, i just think it's a little bit of a miss for a genuine criticism on their laughing at him

the grandparents element was funny lmao. like what's going on THERE. but it was almost kind of sweet, too, the way they just ...liked spending time together I guess

keh diya na... bas keh diya

^ half the cinema actually echoed this line with her. icons only

the film did pretty often pit men against men and women against women. this worked! when alia or her mom were yelling at men... this worked a little bit less? idk. i think sometimes it ends up feeling a bit mouthpiecey, and some of it was weirdly phrased and ...strongly delivered, to say the least. i understand that they're both from an environment in which they feel safe voicing their opinion, but I was nonetheless going - would someone actually say that? so openly? so maybe that's on me

everything about the alias dad storyline was just chefs kiss

i do think rockys relationship w his mom and sister needed a bit of work for the big fight scene to work. it sounds weird to say since so much of the film was abt the randhawas but ranveers mom's dynamics w everyone were a bit underdone

the guy playing young granddad was so hot. hotter than the real actor actually was back then tbh

all I could think during the ranveer dance routine was how much time did it take him to learn that dbdndndjdjf but that was excellent

idk. i think in some senses the scale of the movie interfered with its effectiveness, but I don't want it to be any smaller in the ayushmann khurana sense, if that...makes sense? idk. it did feel very kjo production, and I like that about it

tum kya mileeeee,,,, tum kya mileeeee,,,, hum na rahe hummmmm,,,, tum kya mileeeeee

ranis "i am speaking" was hot though the whole of that non-confrontation made me want to yell, though maybe because it was happening in public

SPEAKING OF when she crashes her car into his in the middle of a four lane road and then they just fucking stand there and talk and kiss for 10 minutes and all the other cars just go around....lmaoooooooo

still think the more obvious solution was for them both to move out of their family homes but ok

[ancientgreekyuri]

Tagged by @scroldie ^.^

Are you named after someone?

Nope! My mama named me after a song she heard on the radio 💖

When was the last time you cried?

Recently over something silly but I forgot the reason... I think it was over a videogame 😭

Do you have kids?

I am a 25 year old weirdo girl ain't nobody having babies with me right now

What sports do you play/have you played?

I like swimming and I like going out on walks... idk if it counts but I've been boating + fishing before and that was fun even though it made me so so so so so scareds too 💞

Do you use sarcasm?

Not really, I just don't think to...!

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Outfit for sure... I tend to avoid looking at people's faces if I can help it 💔

What's your eye color?

In the "dark brown that's basically black" category

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, I'm too much of a wimp for scary movies even though conceptually they do interest me 😭

Any talents?

Umm I can draw and write... my family says I'm a good singer but I don't think I believe that. I have a really good eye for colour coordination. I'm a pro when it comes to storage and organization 💝

Where were you born?

I'm not gonna answer this but I will say that I've lived in the same state my entire life 😭

What are your hobbies?

I like reading and I'm a #gamergirl. I like sewing but I don't do it a lot. I know how to weave a little bit but it's time consuming. I want to get into modding and emulation though!

Do you have any pets?

I have two kitty cats, Mocha (calico girl) and Cinnamon (tabby boy). I don't feel like hunting for a picture of them right now though sorry 💔

How tall are you?

5'3 or 5'4 the jury is confused on that one (I'm visibly a little shorter than my mom, but somehow my mom is consistently measured at 5'3 while I'm consistently measured at 5'4. Very odd!)

Favorite subject in school?

I'm sure this is predictable but English and History ❣

Dream job?

Oh god 😭 honestly I love the idea of working at a museum or doing something with archiving but we'll see what happens

💗 I don't feel like tagging anyone so feel free to do this and say I tagged you...!

[octoagentmiles]

Any headcanons for the octoagents?

This is an old ask, my apologies 😅 I wasn't sure how to start, because there's so many. This is gonna be a long post.

Paani:

Definitely not neurotypical but I can't place how; He seems to have low empathy for people, but hyperempathy for objects (his measuring pole and waterboard) and a rigid moral compass (why he stole the Gup-H and their water without thinking, because he thought it was right).

I can see him as both being gay and aro, so I'm gonna say he is both. yeah.

Multilingual, mostly speaks English and Hindi, but can also speak Spanish, and a lot of Indigenous languages.

Chose his own name.

Tracker:

Autistic, was diagnosed young

Barnacles' first actual friend in the cub scouts

Also friends with Bianca: he visits her and the cubs regularly

Fluent in ASL/BSL; goes nonverbal during meltdowns/shutdowns

The Polar Emergency Post Station also has a Text to Speech messaging option for him to use just in case he's ever nonverbal during a crisis

He's younger than Barnacles (but older than Kwazii, so like 28-ish), and really looks up to him in a "big brother" way

Hits his head (lightly) or pulls his fur as a stim

They/he vibes. I feel like he's nonbinary but doesn't realize it

Natquik:

Grandfather figure to Barnacles; his relationship with him mirrors Kwazii and Calico Jack's

He's an immigrant, that's why he has a Russian accent

Maybe like 40-50-ish years old??

Noticed Barnacles was autistic immediately upon meeting him, and chose to become his personal mentor for that reason. He's autistic himself

^ would've done the same with Tracker had they met earlier

Calico Jack:

Shunned by his family/crew, he left on his journey to the Amazon River because he had to leave them

Would've come back for Kwazii eventually, he wrote letters to him everyday. Most of them got lost, but the ones that didn't contained spooky monstery tales

Pete is almost as old as he is (60-ish)

Guess who else is autistic???? that's right, this guy!!! also has dyscalculia

Left handed/ambidextrous because Pete always sits on his right arm, so he taught himself to use the other

Can speak Japanese

Asexual he/they because I say so

Ranger Marsh:

Let Tweak dye his fur last time she visited before the Great Swamp Search (the dye is like, SUPER permanent. Tweak engineered it herself)

Can't swim, that's why he'd never been under the swamp's waters

Taught Tweak how to grow carrots, and a bunch of recipes

Excellent forager

ADHD and dysgraphia (but never diagnosed)

Pearl:

Dyslexia and dyspraxia. She struggles with coordination and spatial awareness, and she's not very good with her hands.

Nerd™ almost moreso than Shellington

Around the same age as Barnacles, so like 31-35.

Always tired for some reason

Abrosexual. That's all.

Min:

Her colour scheme is literally orange, white, and pink, need I say more?

Hypermobile

10-ish years younger than Inkling, so about 50-60.

English is her second language, Mandarin is her first

Paints as a hobby; she likes to paint rocks and leave them in the places she travels, then mark them on her maps

Totally knows kung fu

Ryla:

Gay gay homosexual gay and they/she

The neurotypical friend 😔 /lh

She and Dashi definitely had a Thing™ together at some point

Can NOT cook. Has really bad taste buds in general.

Probably has a bunch of scars from cave diving

They've been stuck in caves for much longer than "a few days" before; this started happening much more often after Dashi left

Koshi:

Autism. no neurotypical child reads 56 novels in that short of a time because they feel like it.

Instead of not noticing/struggling with social ques, she's hyperaware of them at all times. She heard Barnacles say his catchphrase ("Let's do this!") once in her first appearance, then stole it from him immediately in AnB.

Stims very "loudly" (jumping, screaming, arm flapping)

Calls Dashi "Sis" because that's what Donna Doxie calls her sister. The author of that book is siblingless.

Pinto:

ADHD; coincidentally happened to be having a hyperfixation on pirates when he met Kwazii in his first appearance

Kwazii hooked onto that AND recognized his ADHD right away, which is why he bonded with him so fast (he reminded him of a younger version of himself)

Struggles with executive dysfunction sometimes, and jumps from one interest to another constantly

He started school recently, and it's made him more aware about his "inability to focus" and he's been feeling kinda insecure about it

^ he's gonna have fun being a Junior Agent, because at least half the Octonauts have ADHD too, so he'll feel more understood and accepted with them :)

[spider-shoes-archive]

I offer up the best of my humble harvest, my boy Reign, an incredibly stressed 19 year old

Currently working on a new character sheet for them but I have this.

Now for an info dump from god, I don’t blame you if you don’t read this

Reign is from my story Liar Street, they live in a city called Styre and go to the Styre institute for the gifted. The gifted are people who for one reason or another are able to do things no one else can, these gifts run through family lines and are passed down through genetics, they appeared roughly 8 generations ago and the gift each person in a family has is different but have similarities to each other.

Reign has the ability to gain energy from others by draining it from them, this leaves him with the downside of not gaining as much energy from the typical means of sleeping and eating, his mother has the ability to give others he own energy and hers replenishes normally.

Reign was enrolled in SIG (Styre Institute For The Gifted) at 9 when he knocked out 3 older kids who had cornered him in an alleyway after school so that they could rough him up. They had ended up cutting him across the face when they had just been trying to scare him with the knife. The head of the school had taken notice of this and had Reign enrolled in the Combative track at the institute. They have been learning at the institute ever since. SIG’s Combative track is there to train students to go and retrieve information and perform assassinations in order to keep Styre safe from the ongoing war outside of their blocked off city. Reign is somewhat of SIG’s Golden boy despite not wanting that title, they are incredibly capable, very overworked, and he does his job well. His team, assigned to them by Styre when he was 13, is comprised of his friends who he cares for like family (they are, Niko, Daniel, Riley, and Valentine) at 15 they were given housing at the institute together and sleep there on week nights and any weekends they don’t go home for.

Reign is snarky, stubborn, smart mostly because there is no room to screw up, and incredibly loyal. He loves his friends fiercely and despite being constantly stressed they do their best to be a good friend even though he sometimes slips up and snap at one of them.

Reign is a gymnast and someone who loves boba, and when they aren’t on a mission or training, they are practicing with aerial silks or sitting in the tea shop below their mother’s apartment were he grew up. He loves the summer and warm weather, he cares a lot about his appearance and that lends to their enjoyment of fashion.

Their parents are separated with his father leaving when Reign was 7 due to having a drinking problem and not wanting to burden his family anymore, his father is named Matthew and he has gotten better but occasionally he’ll slip back into old habits when things go bad. His mother is named Emily and she is a Nurse at the hospital, she cares a lot about Reign and is always concerned when he doesn’t come home for the weekend, often times calling the institute to tell his missions coordinator Rodney to stop overworking them, Reign has a close relationship with her and tries to keep her from worrying as much as he can, but it rarely works.

Reign goes through a lot during Liar street and so does the rest of the cast but, this is a pretty good overview of who they are.

me reading all of that

but seriously that is so so cool dude liar street my beloved. you've clearly put so much time into this and i'm really really impressed with how well you've fleshed reign out, if you want to talk more about them or their world (which i am intrigued by!! how does styre work!! whats with the war beyond their walls!!) i would absolutely be down for it. thank you for sharing. the art is fucking incredible btw the colours work so well

[drethanramslay]

Without You

Pairing: Logan x MC (Lexi Cahill)

Masterlist

Word count: 2.5 K words

Warning: Just a little cursing, here and there and Angst

MC is actually not present in this fic, this is Logan's POV, four months after he had to leave LA

Author's note: I decided to take part in @rodappreciationweek so here is my submission :)) 

Thanks to @choicesarehard @brightpinkpeppercorn and @client-327 for hosting this 💙

Thanks to @mvalentine for pre-reading it❤️❤️

Title inspiration: Without You by Avicii (ft. Sandro Cavazza)

Song: Gone by Blake Rose

Forgive me if I make any mistakes.

The rays of the sun spilled through the crack in my curtains, making the white walls a yellow hue. My eyes were bleary and red rimmed. It had just been moments since I woke up and my hangover struck me like a train wreck, a familiar electric pain behind my eyes.

I shouldn't have drank so much.

I moved my head to only see an an empty bed side. Of course she left. Who would want to stick around after a one night stand?

The hazy memories of last night filtered through my head, making me wince. Another night, another rave, another tray of shots and another chick to bang.

You could call it saturday shenanigans but, this was different.

Everything was different since I left her.

All my days just seem to melt away into a haze of alcohol and drugs... Today, tomorrow, yesterday seems to fuse into this neverending torture, an ache which no matter how much I drink or how many girls I fuck, never fucking ceases to hurt. The only thing which can fix this gaping wound in my heart is Lexi.

But she is not here.

And never will be.

So this is how it has been for the past weeks. Me getting inebriated to new extremes just to numb the pain and to temporarily erase the loneliness before I become sober again.

Because when I'm in those intoxicated wastelands, I'm so out of it that I can almost hallucinate her dancing with me. I can almost smell her strawberry shampoo, tickling my nose. I can almost hear her tinkling laugh.

And in my alcohol induced sleep, I dream of her in my arms the both of us fitting together, like two jigsaw puzzles.

I despise being sober. Because when I am In my senses, the entire load of loss weighs down on me, crushing me and suffocating me. The 'could have been's' and the regret are all a heavy burden on my shoulders.

A small part of me is often wishing, praying and hoping that things could just go back to normal but, deep in my gut I know, that nothing is ever going to be the same again.

Nothing is ever going to be the same, now that she was gone...

How much time does it take to get over people?

It may be a day, a week, a month or a year. There is no definitive time span for getting over someone you loved, someone you cherished or someone who was close to your heart.

I think it depends on how much of an impact the said person had on you or how much of a void that person left in you.

I was the wild and carefree guy, with no strings attached and never saw myself being the one to fall in love because... Let's admit it, love is a vulnerability, a weakness which people don't hesitate to exploit.

But fast forward to four months later, I am in the same category as those emotional pussies crying over a breakup.

Being brought up in foster homes made me grow up quickly. Some houses were good and caring whilst some were harsh. And knowing that I am the most cursed person to walk the earth, I was always was stuck with the shitty households.

Don't believe me? I still have those scars from the fights and the beatings.

Growing up in such a hostile environment, taught me that there is no room for weakness or error and that love and feelings are just some fairy tale myth which is made by philosophical fools to give you a sense of hope.

But, hope is a dangerous thing, two side of the same coin. It can make you and break you.

I don't think I would have survived my childhood but... That's when I fell in love with cars.

It holds a special place in my heart.

The way my adrenaline spikes as the pointer on my speedometer achieves unattainable speeds, the way I feel the purr of my engine resound through my entire body and they way it's just me, my car and the open road... Nobody could ever compare to that sensation of freedom.

Well, that was before I met her.

Lexi Cahill.

I admit it started off as a way to recruit her as an informant, a tool to stay out of prison, another heart to break.

But little did I know that life would pull the fucking reverse uno card on me. But, I'm low-key glad it did.

It's been 4 months since that scum bag was thrown into the jail.

Four months since the crew went its separate ways.

Four months since I walked away from her.

I don't want to let you go...

Those words were on a repeat in his head, like a broken tape recorder and her teary eyes and broken expression is forever burnt into his brain. It was so hard to let her go. The one time I found a reason to stay, a reason to fight for, a reason to stop running, life just fucked it all up.

It was a tussle, a war between what my heart wanted and the logical side of me which just left me exhausted.

In conclusion, heartbreak sucks.

I reach for my phone and switch it on to check the time. But my eyes fall on our prom photo which I had made as my wallpaper. It's really stupid how head over heels I'm in love with her.

But it's the truth.

There is a saying that life gives you only one great love and that many people go for years without that.

I was one of the few lucky people to get that at 18.

But life is not sunflowers and unicorns shitting rainbows. It's rough, it's hard with its a mix of ups and downs. But it seems like mine is set to be on the all time low.

Staggering to the bathroom, I heavily leaned against the counter, my muscles flexing as I gripped the edge. My eyes lifted to see my reflection staring back at me.

I look like a hot mess.

This isn't you Logan... My inner conscience said, which eerily sounded like her.

God, I really must be losing it, huh?

Slowly and painfully I started my morning chores, my body on auto pilot. My mind kept on wandering to Lexi. She would be in Langston by now.

Would she be in that off shoulder sweater of hers, her feather tattoo peaking from underneath the sleeve? Would she be highlighting and colour coordinating her notes like she always did?

Would she have made new friends? Or dare I say a new boyfriend?

Logan stop hurting yourself. I said to myself as I visibly cringed at the thought of someone else having their arms around her.

The idea of someone else kissing her soft lips or someone else holding her hands or someone else running his hands along the curvature of her naked back made me equal parts angry and sad.

Angry for you know, obvious reasons but sad for the life I had to leave behind in LA.

God I hate this existential crisis shit... It's to early to question life.

I dragged myself in the direction of the kitchen, the smell of bacon waking me up. I was shirtless and wearing a pair of sweatpants because I was too fucking tired to wear anything else.

"Look who has decided to grace us with their presence."

"Shut up Carl, it's too early for your bullshit." Raven said as she slapped the top of his head.

I shot her a look of gratitude as I sank into my seat and reached for the plate of pancakes.

Carl and Raven were the closest thing to parents for me. Carl was a tough man with huge muscles, around six feet tall but, he was as goofy as a child. Raven was his girlfriend who was hella intimidating. The kohl lined eyes and the floral tattoo on the side of her shaven head made her look fierce. Both of them were in their early thirties and ran the Detroit Central crew.

We three were in a different crew when I was 15 and they really took a liking for me. They taught me everything I know and they are the family that I always came back too.

I dug into my breakfast, eating slowly and savouring the sweetness of the maple syrup.

"Thank god you are atleast eating now." Raven said as she ruffled my hair and turned towards the sink.

I shrugged and Carl picked up the newspaper to read, settling into his seat. Suddenly, the bell rang which had all of our backs becoming as stiff as a rod.

"Were you expecting someone, darlin'?" Raven asked, trying to peak through the windows.

"Don't get up, I'll do it." Carl said as he picked up the gun on the counter and pushed it into the back pocket of his cargo pants.

I was frozen, terrified. I had been very careful in escaping but me being the reckless fool and getting drunk seven ways to Sunday may have tipped them off.

I'm such a colossal dumbass.

I could hear Carl's gruff voice talking but I couldn't peek at the person on the other side of the door. I just sank further into my seat, hoping that it was some lost person and not the FBI.

"Boy this one's for you." He moved aside and the person I least expected to see walked in.

"You look like shit."

"Good morning to you too, asshole." I rolled my eyes.

Colt walked into the kitchen, wearing his trademark leather jackets and dark jeans. His combat boots made a thud sound with each step which made my headache worse.

"Will you be okay, Lo-lo?" Raven asked, her eyes flitting to the jerk standing in her kitchen.

Colt snorted at the nickname but luckily kept his mouth shut.

"Yep Ra. Meet Colt Kaneko. Colt meet Raven and Carl." I spoke at I stood up and put my dirty dishes in the sink.

"Oh you are Kaneko's boy, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"We heard about what went down in LA. Our condolences. He was a great man."

He gave a nod. It was a sore subject for me as well. That night in the alley, I wished I could take it back. I usually am not one to regret what I spew but whatever I said to Kaneko is another burden I'm gonna carry all my life.

"Also heard about your crew busted the Brotherhood? You were the mastermind behind it right?" Carl said as he crossed his arms.

"As much as I would love to take the credit, it was Lexi who came up with the plan." Colt said his eyes darted towards me, gauging my reaction.

"The newbie? Heard she drives like the wind-"

Hearing her name felt like an iron fist clenching my heart. That name will always be the source of my happiness, my cherished memories and my melancholy.

"Colt let's take this to the backyard, shall we?" Logan spoke up, interrupting them.

He walked to the back door and Colt followed him wordlessly. It a sunny day but a cool breeze blew which provided some kind of relief.

I reached to take out two beers from the cooler and handed him one. Colt raised an eyebrow.

"Beer... At ten in the morning?"

I shrugged as I popped the bottle cap off mine. "It's 5pm somewhere else."

"That's true too. Cheers." We clinked the necks of our bottles and took a sip as we sat down on the patio chairs.

I turned towards him. "So what brings you to Detroit?"

"To see your pretty face?" Colt said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

I snorted. "Always knew you had a thing for me, pretty boy."

"Always knew that you had an ego the size of Jupiter, dickhead. Some things just don't change."

I sighed. "Can't say the same for me through. Everything is different now."

Surprisingly, Colt didn't mock him. He stared down at the bottle in his hands. "Yeah... I can understand. How are you holding up?" He asked as he turned to face me.

I took a huge gulp of my beer before responding, my eyes staring at the mango tree in my neighbor's back yard.

"Not too good. It's been hard for the last couple of months. Kaneko's death, leaving LA and maintaining a low profile... It's been tough."

Life without Lexi is tough.

"Yeah I can understand. I still imagine pops opening the door to wake me up. And don't get me started on the FBI... bunch of bloodsuckers." He muttered the last part.

I snorted. "I'll drink to that."

"Good thing they are off our backs now." Colt spoke eyeing him from the corner of his eyes.

I scoffed. "Bitch please. They are anything but lazy. They are gonna continue hunting us down till the end of time."

"I meant that we are not the top priorities at the moment. Sure Mona was sent to jail but, a little birdie told me that they are after this 'world class' thief at the moment."

"That's a relief I guess."

"Do you know what this means?" He asked taking another sip of beer.

"It's too early for my brain to function. Come to the point, asshole."

"We are rebuilding the crew, dickhead."

My eyes widened. "No way."

"Yup." He said popping the 'p'. He downed the remainder of his beer before standing up. "I'm done repairing the garage. We have a job in two months and I need a crew for that. I already have Ximena on board and now I'm gonna go over to Toby's."

My mind was swimming. Mercy Park Crew was coming back for good.

I looked up at him, suddenly nervous. "What about Lexi?"

He rolled his eyes. "When I said I'm rebuilding the crew, I also meant recruiting Lexi, dumbass."

Oh god.

She is going to come back.

I was frozen in my place once again. I had often asked myself how I would react if I got the chance to meet her again. I always imagined that I would let out the loudest cheer and dance like a mad man.

But this is reality and my thundering heart was a reminder of that.

"Why are you sitting there with your mouth open like a fish? Go! Get your girl."

And that was it. I rushed to my room, put on some decent clothes and haphazardly stuffed my things into my satchel. Grabbing my keys and yelling a quick good bye to Raven and Carl, I was out and in my 2005 Devore GT.

Reving the engine I took off on the roads of Detroit, heading for the highway.

The window was open and the breeze threaded through my unruly hair, making me feel alive. My hands clutched the wheel and my foot pressed down on the accelerator, speeding through the empty streets.

For the first time, in a very long, the roads which felt like a never ending maze for me, were the very ones which were the path to my freedom.

The path to my happiness.

The path to my Lexi.

I hope you liked it 😊

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[spirit-of-vengeance]

aesthetics for the entities, part i. bold what applies to your muse, italics what applies situationally or only in certain verses. rest of the fears here. this is based on a horror podcast; potentially triggering and / or upsetting content ahead!

i. the buried. weighed blankets. drowning. the comfort of a loved one’s weight. soil and sand piling on top of you. hugging so hard it hurts a little. cramped hiding spots. letting out air underwater to sink to the bottom of the pool. walls pressing in on you. not moving from a position even though you’re cramping a little. dragging the last second before you have to inhale. lonely subways. feeling like one with the earth. a layer of dirt on you. looking for something below. cardboard boxes and tiny pillow forts. hands calloused from digging. knowing that your purpose is just below the surface. entering your final resting place before it kills you. a storm drowning you out. dust and sand speaking to you.

ii. the corruption. insects. a close imitation of the natural course of life. an illness in a community. a rag that dirties more than it cleans. an untreated wound. containment. breaching containment. unbreathable air. fungi. one with that you love. one with what loves you. a corpse unfit for a glass case. hearing a song in the sound of tiny wings and legs. honeycomb patterns. an ecosystem within a person. a curse passed on. the hubris of a scientist. an ugly death where a glorious one is owed. blood on a handkerchief. parasites. something pushing up the sewer. a mask to keep something out. trypophobia. knowing you belong. death weeks after impact. fever. food that’s gone off. pandora’s box. death behind a glass.

iii. the dark. shadows. lights that turn off by themselves. the feel of cold marble. a beaked creature in the night. the difference between seeing darkness and seeing nothing. touch of something you can’t see. hiding under a blanket. white, clouded eyes. months without going outside during sunlight. pouring dark. unscrewing lightbulbs. black matter. light sensitivity. a starless night. time before light was created. a shadow on the wall without a body to attach to. withering plants. a world without a sun. footfalls in an empty house in the night. a light that doesn’t reach as far as it should. desperate reach for a flashlight. clothes that hide your shape. staying unperceivable. winter months in the north. an empty church.

iv. the desolation. senseless pain. warmth of faith. wax where skin should be. a blazing fire. heat without a source. the third or fourth tragedy in the family. losing everything you’ve ever held dear. so much to live for, gone so soon. the smell of gasoline. touch that scars. coffee cup that never goes cold. scorch marks on wood. inescapably warm air. a child born in fire. death of a loved one. a candle without a flame. an altar in the middle of the woods. animals with burnt fur. plastic explosives. burning hot metal. sweating in an interrogation room. never touching a loved one. disfigurement. a kiss that ruins you. the scent of burning fat. a tattoo that terrifies its viewer. the agony of hellfire displayed as art. auburn hair. little clothing in cold weather. a ripple in the air. trying to cool down in vain.

v. the flesh. body horror. factories. a hunger for something more filling. never quite happy with how you look. the terror of an animal waiitng for slaughter. a very good meal. the liquid of a perfect steak. fighting your worst survival instincts. a twisted bone. long nights working out. more than one heart. appearance that shapes like clay. a bag of bones. bone broth in a pot. knowing to fear pigs. the butcher’s shop. plastic surgery. something alien inside your body. a hunger in the gaze laid upon you. unwitting cannibalism. forgetting what you used to look like. being admired for your appearance and appearance only. teeth marks on skin. scars from wounds that should’ve killed you. cooking in scarcity. fenced in with one way to go.

vi. the end. the last page of a book. nightmares that don’t feel like nightmares. a skeletal hand. the grip of the grim reaper around your throat. existential pain. ivory dice. flatlining in a hospital. gambling with death. as old as the universe. soul and spirit tied to an object. a dream where you die. closing your eyes for the last time. the plead of a dying one. knowing the fate of someone you know and being unable to prevent it. a thousand cords tugging you towards your end. skin that’s freezing to the touch. an act of desperation. someone’s life for yours. an eternity spent alive. the cost of your selfishness. watching your own burial. causing your own burial. the smell of death. numbness to fear. words from someone gone. meaninglessness of the actions or lives of single people in the universe. multiple near-death experiences you refuse to die from.

vii. the eye. googling something you shouldn’t have. eureka moments. the unforgiving lens of a camera. witness reports. hidden libraries. eyes of different colours. feeling of being watched. a death recorded in tape. a tragedy you can’t watch away from. endangering yourself for knowledge. truth. analog records. a symbol of an eye. a watch tower. compulsion to document. turning on recording devices without thinking about it. saving the evidence before the person. extracting information. truth or dare, without the dare. a thirst for knowledge. books that speak to you. coordinated shelves. cataloguing systems. voyerism. police report you can’t put down. reasoning your way out. smell of old papers. books that read you back.

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