#this ones for you....whoever you were i cant find the post again

[pikbin]

you can't keep them all caged, they will fight and run away

[the-s1lly-corner]

Sleepover w/ the digital circus cast

been a while since ive written this style of post for tadc, but im on my computer again so hopefully writing so much wont be too grating! reminder that i do not currently take requests for the entire cast in one post-

notes: reader is gn, not really romantic, written with the idea that everyone is having a sleepover in the main area of the circus

cws: bugs

caine

does not sleep but he wants to feel included, hes the one providing the games and activities for the night, as well as bedding for everyone to use

pretends to sleep, probably totally incapable of sleeping unlike the circus members... fake snores to try to sell it and make it convincing but all it does is it keeps everyone else awake

the games mentioned are usually an exaggerated and insane version of them- truth or dare but if you lie or refuse a dare you were given you get locked in the cellar/j

oh he definitely would try to get some juicy conversation with you or another circus member- god forbid you show some small sign that youre crushing on someone, hes not going to leave you alone

even worse if he finds out you actually do and who it is

his version of spin the bottle might get a little insane, knowing him.. definitely rigs it lands on whoever you like

pomni

not very interested, but if this takes place post episode 2 shes more inclined to join everyone for the night to get to know everyone better

if you two have grown close she sticks with you during the insane games caine has set out

completely opts out of any games that look way too intense but she probably gets roped into it by some of the others- or simply being swept into the chaos

sleeps off to the corner a bit away from everyone else so she can at least try to get a good nights sleep

if SOMEONE (jax, or even caine) gets too overwhelming or annoying she just gets up and goes to her room... you might be able to coax her back out

ragatha

as mentioned in jax's section, she offers to let you lay next to her if jax is bothering you

if you ask her, she does your hair before you go to bed. brushing through it and if its long enough she ties/braids it up for you

if you have a sleep set- unlikely given that they cant take their clothes off but we can pretend caine snapped his fingers and changed everyones clothing or something- she compliments how it looks.. if its cute or if it looks comfortable

if youre still awake and open to it she talks to you quietly when she cant sleep, its actually a nice change of pace against the chaos of when everyone else was awake

you dont talk about much, you just check in on each other and ramble about nothing in specific... keep it down or caine will come on over and try to insert himself

jax

hes the reason the cw is here, hes going to put bugs in your blankets if you guys arent sharing his room. if the two of you are in your room, or if you guys are in the common area hes going to do it.. or put something else thats unpleasant there..

thinks its funny, knowing him he might actually laugh a little off to the side as you thrash your sleeping bag around

snack hoarder, especially if theres candy- good luck trying to get more than a handful from him, hes not much of a sharer

tries to play everything off when someone offers to let you come lay down next to them for the night- likely ragatha

tells the most grotequse and horrifying stories before everyone else goes to sleep

"first person game mcs dont blink" is said as everyone is trying to unwind or something along those lines

kinger

has the softest and comfiest pillows and blankets, from his fort of course! likely sleeps in it rather than out and exposed on the floor with everyone else

makes it a little larger so you can crawl inside with him- its a lot calmer in here than anything thats happening out there

small talk, you both talk about your interests though due to kingers nature the conversation bounces around a lot

he doesnt participate in the games for the most part, especially if its after a high energy adventure... hes a little drained after the day- physically and mentally

sleeps with at least an arms length of space between the two of you unless you tell him youre comfortable with him being closer

dad snores

zooble

not very interested, probably stays in their room for most of the night if not the entire night

if theyre around when jax is telling scary stories they just roll their eyes... theyve heard worse

zooble being a horror/disturbing media fan headcanon my beloved, they probably try to one up him... though theyre not taking it very seriously. theyre not all that interested in winning, but jax is and hes going to get annoying

if they go out and interact with everyone else, theyll go to their room when theyre ready to sleep. they dont want to sleep on the floor in some sleeping bag.. offers to walk you to your room if the horror talk got to you

gangle

sits in her own corner doing her own thing, you can convince her to join in on the more tame games if you promise to stick with her

sticks around with you after that but like... lingering to the side, not really glued to your side because she doesnt want to invade your personal space or make you feel uncomfortable

very quiet if you offer to let her lay down next to her in the night

its a little less awkward if her comedy mask isnt broken but knowing how fragile it is, its unlikely

refuses to participate in any games like 2 truths 1 lie or truth or dare- she just knows jax is going to hang whatever she says over her head even if hes not the one asking her questions

[sniksnak-sad-blog]

why not the most pressing topic

(be warned, armchair phycology inbound)

oh Pansear highlight of this community (past tense) they made amazing things, such as the kiss me kill me map, their comics period, and left an empty wasteland in their leave.

God what a fucking mess, they closed off there final message, leaving the rumors to run rampant only for the source to let the blame fall a step down the chain.

I dont blame Azriel, i find it hard to do that, they are just a minor, just like me. They take just as much responsibility as us, the spread it without fact checking, you know who else did that? And they had an excuse, mental health and a particular distain for our long gone friend. (Witch mind you in fact is totally justified, they where the one wronged by Pansear, its up to morals for us to forgive Pan, but Azriel is under no such obligation.) And hey, look at that, the internet beat the shit out of them, doing exactly as I expected and not thinking a single intelligent thought.

Speaking of which I need to real quick give some sympathy to those poor bastards I just insulted. excuse me if this might get long, but I find it eager to attempt an understanding for each party in this shit show:

You, a young teen, have looked up to a famous artist for making works that you personally relate to. You follow them religiously watch there every step and treat them like a king, their word is law. You have had their work lift you, help you though the days where it just doesn't feel like you can make it. You might even find someone who kept fighting on because of that work, it might have saved someone's life.

one day you wake up to find a post, something about how pansear is a pedophile, about how they support grooming, about how they are a bitch and deserve to rot in hell. Well, you might have seen that last part, I'm sure it was out there some where. Needless to say you were devastated, it was now dangerous to even support this person you loved, and had helped you though maybe even your darkest times.

It's a hit, but you survive, Pansear assures you of that. They continue to post, they seem pretty down, and you feel very down, the whole situation tugs on your mind, not all the time, but in the late hours of the night, where instead of sleeping, you think, you think about how it all could have gone better.

then tragedy strikes again, something far more conclusive, the claims previously put out now spread like open flame, lit by the gasoline of 4 screenshots.

it hurts, it hurts a fucking lot, you cry, you cry a fucking lot. Worse, Pansear isn't here to defend them self, they left, Pansear left. If it was harder to ignore, now its impossible, you cant focus, you cant even talk about it, then you would be "defending Pansear."

that would hurt, that would hurt a fucking lot. And you have not choice but to let this rage simmer for about 2 weeks, and after that time.

you find reason to let it boil over. Who could blame you, no where to put this stress, no where to put this anger, you go to whoever you can, and (for lack of a better term) beat the shit out of them.

excuse my writing, i got a habit of that. but i should clarify, i was not there, this is a prediction of how i would have reacted if i where a bit farther down the rabbit whole. I know Pansear was popular, it gives me reason to believe that this might be a common experience. Or perhaps it was different. Perhaps for some they had a server, a place to talk about there feelings without judgement, where they could prosses loss. (i know by way of my self that this might have been the first time someone truly lost someone else)

So take that story with a grain of salt, but i do find it rather important to ask you, why? Why did we have to be so cruel to each other, could we not have taken a step back and realize that name calling and death threats only made things worse.

There is a reason, even for the most extreme situations, that someone says "do not harass anyone." When did we forget that?

I should clarify, I'm not sure how the fandom as a whole responded, I'm not on twitter (GTFO of there if you are) and where I am on tumblr, it was not common mention. I've reason to believe that the story is not entirely of my mind alone, simply because with size it becomes harder and harder to not have one of each person.

i think this will be my first rant, i have only spoken on one of the things i want to talk about i have thought a lot about this, in the dead of night. i dont think ill forget this, but i will chose to remember this as something positive, what ever positivity i can get out of it.

to anyone out there reading this i think its important to let you know what i believe is the final message sent in Pansear's discord server, not the emote ones but the forest.

to anyone struggling out there, remember, Pansear believed in you. i take solace in this message, you should too.

[desert-flowerz]

actually CANNOT explain to you how thrilled i am about this one oh my goodness.

once again, going off this post, this time in response to @tigerbears !! i couldnt screenshot the whole message so im doing this in segments going from top to bottom and cataloguing my thoughts and counterpoints.

of course, this argument does make sense — queen showcases the hologram of a knife, kris is pretty known for their connection to knives, they even use their knife to create the dark fountain at the end of chapter two. seems like a pretty solid bout of evidence. but not necessarily.

see, I'd like to argue that queen doesn't truly know much about the knight, nor how the fountain was created, not in detail. for certain, she knows dark fountains are created via a lightners determination, that they stab into the ground and darkness is born from the act. but, if you look at the video she has — no actual further information is given, pretty strongly suggesting queen herself might not have a whole lot of further information, either. we know she's prone to making assumptions, particularly in regards to the knight — why can't the idea that a knife in specific was used be just one more assumption?

queen is just a computer, she doesnt know everything, after all. she might not necessarily be the most accurate source of information. and wouldnt it make sense, if the only thing she knows for certain is that the knight stabbed into the ground, that she'd draw the conclusion they used a knife? that's certainly what first comes to the frint of my mind witg the association of stabbing (but, then, i might have some confirmstion bias).

kris would also know that the knight, whoever it may be, must have left the computers on. its shown through text interacting with objects in the computer lab that kris has a decent understanding — at least by this point — of how dark worlds work, how they're affected by the light world and the surroundings of the fountain.

... ignore that theyre out of order ive only just realised how to put images side by side but i cant get them to go in the order i want.

BUT ANYWAY, back to theorising and debating. what im trying to say is ��� kris saw and understood all this before they made the fountain, they easily could have copied off what the knight was doing. of course, this doesn't account for the fact the tv got plugged in overnight, but if this was the plan all along, why make the cyber worlds fountain in the first place, why not simply create the fountain within the dreemurr residence to begin with? especially knowing we as the player would simply seal it as we did with card kingdom.

there could be a number of other reasons for this, i feel, that make a lot of sense as to why the knight has not yet managed to start the roaring. for example, if we were to ascribe to the theory that mayor holiday is the knight (among others, but this was the first i thought of and one i see discussed frequently enough to be of note), it could easily be written down to her being busy — a point that's made again and again whenever she's brought up. in other cases, it could be argued that the knight has to be careful about being discreet, as the more people find out about what's going on, the more people that will try to stop them, thus making their job tremendously more difficult.

and finally, to flip this on its head and argue in the oppisiye direction (because i am an unstoppable force) — i dont think the line in question is referring to what people assume it is, honestly. the closet is supposed to be the city — electronics, wires, all that good stuff. and, as seen interacting with other objects, particularly in chapter two — the text will at times reflect what we saw in the dark world.

i think, more likely than this line in particular being some reference to the knight, is simply another example of this established pattern. of course, there could be a double meaning to it, but it could also been a plain reference to giga queen, seen as that fught occurs within the city.

BUT thats all i gotta say on this, i think — might add on at a later date but honestly who knows. yet again, all screenshots were found on the deltarune text project so all credit there since my points definitely wouldn't hold as much weight without the visual reference (and its honesty just a cool as fuck project).

[enchantedsword]

i know ive already posted about what sunny looks like and his main outfit, but im gonna post it again and expand a little, i know its not technically important but i just wanna ramble and i apologize in advance im about to show my age with how i style leggings

sunny is like i said the shorter and more monkey like of the twins, keeping his tail and face markings, i also really like the headcanon that wukongs eyes are red with gold iris' so sunny has that. his hair is very fluffy and is a bit past his shoulders, he wears hair accessories occasionally, he prefers others to play with/style his hair so its always different depending on who does so(everyone in the group has learned how to style hair at this point, another aspect of him being more monkey like). most of his jackets/hoodies have either tripitaka or macaque motifs/emblems on them, he has a mix of modern clothing and the more traditional items he wore as wukong, leggings are a staple weather hes wearing a skirt/dress or shorts since as i said before he moves around a lot and loves to climb and parkour, some of his clothes coming from mei. he has pink frame glasses but but mostly wears contacts for the same reason he wears leggings(he went through many pairs before the dads decided he to get him the contacts)

as for his main fit that i imagine him in for most of season 1 and 2 anyway, he wears a yellow hoodie with a tripitaka motif on the back(i originally had it a macaque one but imagine macaque who hates the pilgrims sees that) a pink pleated skirt(sorry im projecting thats my favorite type of skirt) black leggings and pink sneakers

he also has a pink messenger type of bag thats he wears with every outfit. it was a more expensive purchase made buy the family, it has a lot of pockets/holders on the inside to make sure nothing can get thrown around and all items are super organized and in thier own little places to be able to easily find. if you havent guessed this bad is used to hold his medicines and what ever else he needs. pain meds, contacts holder and glasses just in case he gets a migraine. inhaler and some other smaller equipment for if his lungs start acting up, some stomach medicines and a few epi pens, some items he and mei need, a first aid kit in case he falls while climbing or in more recent cases it mei and mk or even himself get hurt during a fight. theres probably other items he has to have in there but those are just a few examples

also before i forget, all of these issues i headcanon wukong has even with full powers and memories but they dont effect him as badly/arent life threatening because he has his full powers/immortalies.

a thought on sunnys powers and how they unlock. they all eventually find out sunny has just as many powers as mk. they learn about the power seals but not the memories or immortalies first, still unknowing who he really is, they assume whoever abandoned the twins sealed sunnys powers for whatever reason. they also learn they cant just unseal all of it in one go his body is to weak for that and it would kill him(the healing power is sealed so tightly with the immortalies that they dont even know its something he has). also eventually when the memories thing comes to light those also have to be introduced slowly, he's been living as a mortal for more then a decade his mind would not be able to handle the onslaught of 1000s of years of memories

unrelated but by god do i have so many scenes for this au in my head that i want to write but i need a whole fic set up to do so and i do not have that or even know were to start

[chalicedefinite]

I have been on this tag since day one and the majority of the posts and blogs I've seen adore Louis. Pointing out canonical traits like him actively lying in Canon books and now the show as well is not being hateful or disrespectful. Saying episode 5 and the whole tale infact being revisited is Not fans of lestat being apologists. It is what Anne Rice canonically did with the Vampire Lestat and the books that followed. Louis is loved widely in this tag. Lestat is being hated on as a result of the villainous portrayal in season 1 which again Canonically is a tale (not a true one) being told both in books and in the show. A lot of people however took it too far with the lestat hate and started calling anyone who liked him names and then people starting to fight back and the rest is how we got to here. If there is no understanding to fans of both characters the two most loved characters in the show -who at the end of the series canonically end up together- then what the hell is the point of being in this Fandom in the first place? Please don't take this as a personal attack it wasn't meant as one but as another person's experience and thoughts of the fandom so far.

I’m going to be honest I find this very hard to believe that it was only just about liking Lestat.

I’ve gotten more hate and vitriol from Lestat fans ever since I’ve joined this fandom. I’ve never talked bad about his character and I make it very clear on my blog that I love him and that he’s my favorite character both in the show and in the books. And yet, because I calmly engaged with a popular blog’s theory about episode 5; everyday I wake up to hate in my inbox that I have to delete. Lestat fans have been nothing but disrespectful to me for no reason.

Im a Lestat fan myself and I talk about how much I love him all the time it seems and I haven’t been once called a racist. I’ve had anons accusing me of hating Lestat but never ones accusing me of racism. This is the second time someone has told me that Lestat fans are bullied for liking him when all I’ve seen and experienced thus far is the exact opposite which begs the question: Is it really because you like Lestat or is it something deeper that other people picked up on but not you yourself? 3. How is anyone’s rational response as a human to someone calling them racist for liking Lestat is to deny the systemic oppression of black people? This is the main thing that doesn’t make a lick of sense to me. How did we go from, “Users were attacked for liking Lestat” to “So a bunch of blogs are now starting to agree with and talk about how reverse racism is real.” I’ve gotten attacked for liking characters before and my reaction to that is blocking whoever is causing trouble and ignoring them. I got harassed to hell and back in the Voltron fandom for defending and liking Allura and never at any point was I thinking about how affirmative action is the real systematic evil plaguing society. If this kind of thinking was always in the back of certain people’s head as they were analyzing the show then it’s safe to say that people weren’t mad at them just because they liked Lestat. You can not properly analyze a show where a black man talks about how he was systematically oppressed for being black when you don’t even believe in systemic oppression yourself. How can you sit down and watch this show where Louis is constantly being put down by the white people around him, where he has to pretend to be his husband’s chauffeur, where you see white people burning a black neighborhood, where Louis and Claudia cant even sit next to Lestat and have to sit at the back of the bus and come out of it thinking that reverse racism exists in our society? Louis is the age of a lot of black people’s great grandfather, what he went through was not that long ago and the society he lives is still alive today.

4. What purpose would it serve narratively to have Louis and Claudia lie about episode 5? I’m leaving this question here because the last time I tried to have this discussion it led to anons hounding me.

[swampstew]

Hi Raven!!! For the character asks:

Kid Pirates officers with question 6: what's something you have in common with these characters?

Eustass Kid with 17 & 24. 17 is what's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite? 24 is what character from another fandom of yours reminds you of this character?

And I'm using 26 to invent my own question for the officers of the Kid Pirates and whomever is you favorite Strawhat pirate: What character from another fandom do you ship with these characters?

Thank you for playing Crimson, and ooh so many dolls to play with :D

6. Kid: We both have a temper that rivals the devil himself. The first time I saw Kid in Sabaody, before I found myself attracted to him, I was like 'ohmyfuck this guy is me, I am this guy.' Killer: I answered this in a previous ask, to summarize we both enjoy cooking and I'd love to whip up a meal for that meat man Wire: Probably not much except being on the quieter side. We're both observant and take in whats around us, sometimes on high alert at all times if the vibe feels off. Heat: My dude Heat feels like he'd be a pothead and I fuck with that!

17. & 24. got Kid. 17. Hmmm I feel like I don't really like canon/canon shipping that much, especially with Kid. That said, I've seen some shipping of Kid with marine characters *coughKobycough* and I highly disagree, but I understand why some find the concept hot.

24. Kid highkey gives off Vegeta vibes. I saw a post the other day, cant remember if it was tumblr or twt, but it was a gif of the lego movie and it was something along the lines of Eustass Kid being like Emmett with the master building ability; in that vein I agree but thats is cause Emmett is a lap dog(affectionate). I can see Grimjoww being Kid adjacent, I think that's all that come to mind!

26. Kid: Again, don't super love shipping him with anyone. Maybe someone with powers from the marvel or dc universe, or star wars - but I can't think of any actual characters that I would pair him with. Killer: Hear me out...in a not pirate AU, Kim Possible. No I will not elaborate further. Wire: Ummmmmmmmmmmmm.....who is tall enough? Heat: Miss Piggy and she would run his shit wham bam thank you ma'am Sanji: Literally anyone. Sanji is one of my favorite idiots but letsbehonest, he would treat whoever was his significant other like they were his own God/dess and tbh they deserve it.

Send me an ask <3

[valentineluvr]

when you get a tiny injury on ur hand..

sunoo x gn!reader!

tw: mentions of food, small injuries on one’s hand

- sunoo is still at the dance studio practicing the bite me choreo

- UR BOY IS HARD AT WORK! WORKING HARD TO PLEASE U AND ENGENE!

- so u decided to prepare a cute little homemade dinner meal for the both of u :) SPAGHETTI!!

- easy to prepare. tasty. u cant go wrong with it.

- u were probably like trying to get the tomato sauce jar open when oops!

- ur finger gets cut by the metal lid ☹️

- it’s like. super tiny tho. so u don’t really pay much mind to it. just slap on a bandaid and we r all good!

- sunoo gets home and when u reach up to kiss and cup his face that reads exhaustion, he feels a plasticky film on his cheek?

- immediately his eyes widen and he is all alert fretting over you when he sees that little brown bandaid wrapped around your pointer finger

- “hello?? when did this happen? are you okay? have you cleaned it? why didn’t you text meeee~~”

- ur just giggling at how worried he looks over u and how he’s rapping questions at godseed wondering how ur clumsy ass got hurt again

- after reassuring him that it was just a tiny cut and it’s absolutely nothing to worry about, his fretful eyes that were glued onto ur figure then fixated onto the 2 steaming plates of spaghetti on the coffee table!

- he perks up seeing the dish, letting out a tiny gasp at the visuals (u did really well preparing it good job!!)

- he got so excited learning that u cooked for him, that he nearly forgot to go shower and wash up first!!!! sweet boy was so touched :’)

- after a hasty shower, he comes back to find u cozy on the couch flicking through netflix shows

- he lets out a sigh of relief after getting to sit down, but then going alert again seeing the still bandaged finger on the remote control.

- “no. honey let me do all the work. don’t put any stress on your hand.” “it was basically just a paper cut—-“ “I DONT WANNA HEAR IT!!”

- best believe that he fed u the spaghetti that u cooked, even though he was excited to gobble his own plate up :( he prioritized taking care of u first :(((

- pouting the entire time u tell him how u got the cut

- “my poor baby :( we are throwing out the jar that hurt u”

- u hoped that he was focusing on the spaghetti instead of the growing pink tint on ur cheeks. he got so close to ur face it made u flustered! he was so sweet taking care of u too SIGH

- he did that thing where he put his hand under the fork to make sure nothing falls out. wipes away any stray sauce left at the corners of ur mouth if u had a big mouthful.

- I WNAT HIM 😭😭😭

- honestly he took ur small cut as an excuse to take care of u :(

- u guys go to sleep with ur tummies full, hearts full, blushing cheeks and bandaged finger!

- bonus: he wakes up in the middle of the night just remembering that u forgot to change ur bandaid…. u looked so peaceful sleeping, he didn’t want to wake u up so he changed it for u as gently as possible!

- pulls out a princess bandaid from the bedside table and peels off ur old bandaid as gently as he can and puts the new one on!

- and then he presses a tiny kiss to ur finger :(((( and then reaches up and presses another onto ur forehead before wrapping his arms around you

- if only he stayed awake to feel your hot cheeks and smile against his neck (u woke up as soon as he shifted away from u to grab a bandaid)

a/n: first post kinda nervous! i love having delusional thoughts i hope whoever reads this enjoys it hehe

[undressmewithyoureyes]

Run For Me - SIX

               Soft cotton wrapped around my body. My eyes flutter open as they adjust in the dimly lit room. My room. I go to move to get out of bed and pain radiates throughout me. I feel like I’ve been hit by a Mack Truck. I’m no longer naked. I’m wearing one of my oversized t-shirts with all the old horror serial killers on it. Fitting right?

               The soreness between my legs reminds me that I’m still alive…for now. My stomach turns at the horror that resides downstairs. Did he clean it up? Is he gone? Or is he waiting for me to open the door and kill me where I stand? The questions that go through my mind cause my chest to tighten and anxiety to spread across my body.    

               How could I be so deranged that I enjoyed last night in the woods? That I didn’t even care about my friends in the house? How could I be so deranged that I want to be dominated like that again? “What the fuck is wrong with me?” I ask myself under my breath.

               The sound of something dropping hard against the floor causes me to jerk my head towards the closed wooden door and my heart to drop in my stomach. He’s here. I swing my sore legs over the bed and go to stand. I drop to my knees, my body making a loud thud as it hits the floor. I wince at the pain from the harsh wooden floors colliding with my sore knees. I guess this is how Bambi felt the first time he learned to stand and walk.

               I grab ahold of the bed post and struggle to help myself up. Every muscle in my body letting me know how much I overexerted them several hours ago. I get to my feet and slowly make my way to the door – becoming more stable with each step. I press my ear to the door to hear what is going on, but all I hear is footsteps downstairs.

               I quietly open the door and my eyes land straight ahead at the door across from me. Callie. Her door is shut, just like it was when we went to bed last night. The longing in me wants to make sure she’s okay, but my mentality tells me I might have to be admitted if I see anymore dead bodies.

               I stand there with a war going on between my heart and my mind if I should tiptoe across the balcony that overlooks the living room, or head down the stairs to the right and face the man that made me feel things I’ve never felt before.

               Fuck it.

               I take a step forward. Then another and by the fourth step, I’ve walked past the stairs and headed towards Callies room. I no longer hear him or whoever it was downstairs – which makes my anxiety stir even more within me. I don’t dare look over the banister. Too afraid to see if River and Jordan are still there or if he cleaned it up for his next victim. Me, or possibly Callie.

               I get a few steps away from the door and reach for the doorknob. The cold brass metal sends electricity through my hand and up my arm. It feels colder than normal, but I know it’s because I don’t know what’s on the other side of the door.

               “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the deep voice says from behind me.

               I let out a scream and quickly turn around. The same hand that just held the brass metal, now rests against my chest to calm my beating heart. He approaches with me slow steps – like a cat cornering a mouse. I step back with each of his steps as my back collides with the wooden door to Callies room.

               His hands come up and rest themselves against the door – each beside my head, trapping me.

               “Why?” I ask with a shaky breath.

               His eyes continue to pierce through mine, “You’ll find out soon enough Chloe.” His tone one of authority, but also with a hint of amusement. He gets off on this. My glacier blue eyes stare back at his honey orbs and the memories of me writhing beneath him causes the addicting feeling to come back between my legs.

               Even though I cant see his face, I can tell he’s smirking, “Come,” he says as he pushes off the door and extends a hand out towards the walkway above the living room. It wasn’t a suggestion, but a demand. I hesitate but take a step forward in the direction of his outstretched hand. His eyes glued to me.

               I pass by him slowly – hesitant on what he may do. The stairs that lead to the first floor of the house seem to gradually extend with each step I take. My head feels light as I grow closer to what I may see again. I feel him closely behind me. I know it’s because he’s not wanting to create too much distance – afraid I’ll run off again. Even though I wouldn’t mind being chased again and dominated. This time he might actually kill me.

               Again, I ask myself, what the fuck is wrong with me?

               I’m halfway down the stairs when my eyes divert to the couch. I cant help it. My knees buckle as a strong arm wraps around my waist to hold me up from tumbling the rest of the way down. Tears sting against my eyes from the gruesome sight before me.

               I feel him take another step. His body now flush with mine as his arm stays around my waist. “You still need to make up for last night,” he says to me. His lips right next to my ear, but the fabric from the mask rubs against me.

               Anger builds in my chest. I feel used. I feel dumb as hell thinking I could outsmart him. This is his web and I’m just the insect that was foolish enough to land in it. I gather my strength and take a step forward – his arm slipping from around my waist. With each step I take towards the main floor of the house, my anger turns into rage.

               “Fuck you,” I say through gritted teeth as soon as I get off the stairs.

               His footsteps stop. He lets out deep chuckle, “Dare to repeat that?”

               My body shakes. The rage inside of me begging to be let out. I slowly turn around to face him – my fist balled at my side. My knuckles white. “Fuck. You.”

               “Fuck me?” he questions with amusement in his voice as he points a finger at himself. I hear the click of his tongue and within a second, he clears the last two steps. I reach out to hit him, but he grabs my arm and pushes me against the wall – pinning my arm behind me. The air in my chest forced out as my ribs collide with the hard sheetrock. My head forced to the side as he steps behind me – his body pressing me further into the wall.

               “I don’t hear you saying anything now. Cat got your tongue Chloe?” He presses his hips into me further and I can feel his growing erection. I close my eyes as my body betrays me in this fucked up situation. I don’t know how much more my mind can take, but my body craves more. More violence.

               “Why are you doing this?” I ask breathlessly.

               His masked face leans in close to my head and he takes in a deep breathe. Relishing in this moment, “Why not?”

               The sharp pain in my arm from being pinned in the odd position causes me to try and get out of his grasp. He tightens his hold on me, making me draw in a sharp breath, “You’re hurting me.”

               “Good.” His voice low, “You like the pain.”

               Fuck you.

               “Are you going to be my good girl and listen?” he asks me – enunciating ‘my’ and ‘listen’. God, why does my body respond to him the way it does?

               I swallow hard, “Yes.” Its barely audible, but a defeat is a defeat.

               “Yes what?” His grip on my arm almost unmanageable as I rise to my tip toes to try and alleviate the pain.

               “Yes sir.”

               He lets me go and I slump forward against the wall – my arm throbbing. “In the kitchen, there are some tarps. Grab them.”

               I take a step forward, cursing under my breath at him, “Chloe.” I freeze. It’s a warning and I’m pushing my limits. I slowly look up at him – finally finding his eyes. If looks could kill. But why is he sparing me? He nods his head to the kitchen and like a dog, I listen.

               Three blue tarps lay folded on the kitchen table and my stomach drops when I count them. Three. River, Jordan and Callie. Or maybe he let Callie go and the third one is for me. I reach out with shaky hands and grab them – his eyes not leaving me once.

               “Taken them to the living room.” The one fucking place I don’t want to go. I take in a deep breath and make my way to the horror that is embedded in my mind. As I round the corner of the couch, Jordans head lays on the floor – rested against the leg of the coffee table. When her head fell from me pushing it, the leg must have stopped it.

               My breathing picks up as I stare at her bodyless head. Her eyes open and staring at me with the same look as how I feel inside. Dead. “Move the coffee table and spread out one of the tarps.” My eyes slowly move from Jordans head to him. He stands at the other end of the couch, arms folded like he’s proud of his work and wants me to congratulate him.

               I take in a deep breath to hold back the tears. Tears from what? I don’t know yet. Anger? Sadness? Rage? Maybe a bit of everything. I set the tarps on top of the coffee table, grab the end of it and pull it back towards me. Jordans head rolling a bit as the leg slides away. I turn my head to the side and stare at the fireplace. The fireplace I sat beside the night this shit went down.

               The table screeches across the wooden floor as I move it out of the way like I was asked to do. Look at me being obedient. Once the table is cleared from the couch, I grab the first tarp, open it and spread it out across the floor in front of the couch.

               “Good. Now take one of them and put them in the center.” He’s enjoying this. Enjoying seeing me in pain. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally.

               Them.

               Put them.

               “They have names you know?” My tone sharp. “You could at least have enough respect to call them by their own name after what you did.”

               His eyes narrow at me, “Would you like to join them?”

               I snarl my lips as I glare at him. When I don’t respond, he takes another hit at me, “Didn’t think so. Put one of them in the center of the tarp. And don’t make me ask again.”

               I lean my head back a bit and take in another deep breath. I’ll start with Jordan since she’s closest. I go to grab her headless body off the couch and stop, “Can I at least get some gloves?”

               “No.”

               I roll my eyes and scoff. I reach for Jordans arm to pull her to me – blood pouring from her neck as I lean her forward. It runs down her arms and onto my hands – making my grip on her slide. My hand slips and she falls over onto River. Tears prick my eyes and my vision blurs. I blink making the tears fall down my cheeks.

               I reach for Jordan again with my hand that isn’t bloody and grab her other arm and pull her to the floor. Her weightless body hitting the hardwood with a thud. He continues to stand there – feet planted with his arms crossed over his chest. I take a few steps to Jordans feet and grab them – dragging her to the center of the tarp.

               After getting her where I want, I lift her up under her arms to flatten out the tarp where it rode up under her from being drug. Her blood drenching my t-shirt and running down my arms and legs. After getting the tarp how I want, I gently set her down and fall to my knees.

               I cant do this.

               “Don’t forget the head.”

               I get up and stand on shaking legs as I turn to face him. Tears streaming down my face. His eyes go from my face and slowly make their way down to my blood covered feet. Without thinking, I take off in a sprint and my hands collide with his chest – shoving him back a few steps.

               “WHY?!”

               Another shove.

               “FUCK YOU! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”

               Another shove.

               “YOU’RE A FUCKING COWARD!”

               He takes each shove. His arms never uncrossing as he stares down at me with amusement in his eyes.

               “I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Before I can even stop myself, I reach up and pull the woven mask off his head. My eyes widen. I thought he would try to stop me, but now that I’ve seen his face, there’s no denying that third tarp is for me.

               His eyes go from amusing to pure evil. To watch his eyes, darken before me in the light, sends chills down my back. I swallow hard and take a step back taking him in. He takes a step towards me, “Oh, you’ve done it now Chloe. Theres no saving yourself now.”

               I swallow hard. He takes another step and my legs hit the side of the couch. The space between him and I is life and death. He’s attractive for sure. Dark black hair, just like mine. His skin slightly tan as if he spends most of his time outside without a mask. His jaw is defined, but not too much and a thick five o clock shadow making him even more masculine.

               “Chloe?”

               A familiar voice from upstairs causes me to jerk my head in the direction of Callies room. My eyes widen knowing that she’s alive, but not knowing what’s about to come. He takes another step – his body towering over me as he reaches down and grabs the woven mask from my hands. His eyes are glued to mine.

               He places the mask back over his face and slowly turns his head to look in the direction behind him at Callies room then back to me. I shake my head no. A silent plea, but he ignores it and makes his way towards the stairs.

[eglrambles]

What ever Happened to Angelic Pretty's polka dots? (prt 2) (2007 only) A timeline of their polka dots

HI!! ik my prt 1 wasn't very popular and its honestly all Tumblr's fault ;~~~~; Anyway thanks to whoever did like prt 1! I'll be continuing from where i left off! Be sure to check out prt 1 for (2003-2006) polka-dot prints! PS: Since this list is based on my subjective opinion on whats counted as polka-dots ill put it like this -> Polkadot fabric, plain fabric x polkadot fabric, prints ontop of polkadot fabric. (so no original prints that happen to have dots)

*** 2007 total:13 items

A series called Candy Pop that came in 3 cuts Colorways: pink(main) x sax(accent), pink(main)x red(accent),pink(main)x black(accent),red(main)x pink(accent), black(main)x pink(accent) Note that main and accent are both with white polka-dots

JSK * https://lolibrary.org/items/ap-candy-pop-jsk

OP * https://lolibrary.org/items/ap-candy-pop-op

Skirt * https://lolibrary.org/items/ap-candy-pop-skirt-0

A series called Polka Dot Princess that came in 2 cuts Colorways: Black, white, pink, red Note the dots are super tiny

JSK * https://lolibrary.org/items/ap-polkadot-princess-jsk

Skirt * https://lolibrary.org/items/ap-polkadot-princess-skirt

Stripe Color Scheme Scallop OP (Stripe) Polka Dot Color Scheme Scallop OP (Polka Dot) Im putting these together because they're just inverses of each other Colorways: Black x white, red x white

Polka Dot Color Scheme OP * https://lolibrary.org/items/ap-polka-dot-color-scheme-scalloped-op

Stripe Color Scheme OP * https://lolibrary.org/items/ap-stripe-color-scheme-scalloped-op

Polka Dot Corduroy Sholder Ribbion JSK

Colorways: black, pink, dark red/wine/bordeaux

JSK * https://lolibrary.org/items/ap-polka-dot-corduroy-shoulder-ribbon-jsk

Tiered Frill OP

Colorways: Black, Red, (also came in these colors+ solid pink without polka dots)

am i going crazy? i feel like this has been rereleased before... maybe theres so many soild rereleases that im just getting confused lol

OP * https://lolibrary.org/items/ap-tiered-frill-op-2007

Like i swear ive seen this somewhere before, if any1 knows pls lmk!

Chiffon Polka Dot OP Colorways: black, pink, white, sax (again the dots are super small)

Dot Pretty-Cute OP Colorways: pink, black, red, there are alternate vers with white lace for all versus the one monochrome color lace

OP * https://lolibrary.org/items/ap-pre-dot-cute-op

white lace ver

The infamous set that resold for 7k! Kira Kira Doll Op set only in pink came with OP, choker, headbow * https://lolibrary.org/items/ap-kira-kira-doll-set-twinkle-doll-set

Melty Heart Coat Colorways(polkadots): Black, pink, red, black x black fur (there were solid versions+white solid and no black x black fur)

it says (2007) on the title signifying it was rereleased or is a rerelease but i cant find it, if anyone knows lmk!

Coat * https://lolibrary.org/items/ap-melty-heart-coat-2007

***

Ok ok so since tumblr has the image limit for posts and since the next yea-2008 has so many entries, i will conclude this post here with just 2007

Be sure to tune for 2008 and beyond!! see you next time!

Thx for reading <3

[stormblessed95]

Hiii stormie my dear, how are you? first of all, i wanted to say that i adore your blog and i think u are a breath of fresh air here. Thank you! Because i trust u, I wanted to say some things im thinking about since seven released, i hope u dont mind.

Ok, like jk says: lets get it! Right, I do understand people feeling sad about jimin and face era. It was awful how sabotaged he was, and i still dont get what really happened and i'm mad to whatever or whoever is responsible for it. But i'm seeing so many people doubting the veracity in jungkookie's success with seven and i'm hating it. I dont think the song is getting payola, nor playlists by paying for it and neither ads on youtube. First, the song was sent to radios, but just a few of them r playing it, one of them being a guy who loves to plays "k-pop" songs. If there was payola, it would be playing everywhere all the time already. The playlist thing: just like "like crazy eng. ver", seven entered the Today's Top Hits playlist. But at #23 place. I just saw a tweet by a guy talking about this: https://twitter.com/cantorpedia/status/1680258574688088066?s=20. We know that there's some shady thing happening in this playlist for a while, and if seven have deals to get this high debut numbers, it would had debuted at the top in the playlist, even in the cover (it may go up next week, because there is supposed to be some internal logic that the more a song receives streams IN the playlist, the more it rises). Also, seven had a huge filtering in spotify, just like all BTS' songs, which also shows that they r not making deals. Now, about Youtube ads... i saw a person posting a ss about seeing an ad of the song, but apparently is fake.

Seven is doing AWESOME numbers because: its a english catchy song, with a cute mv, sang by THEE Jeon Jungkook. Im not joking, seven is really a gp success.. yesterday i saw 3 people from my daily life and inner circle talking about loving the song. My sister, who is not an army, said that she listened to the song all day while i was not home. Gp is loving it. So they did with butter (which is a eng song too), but Seven has a differential: the clean and explict version r being counted combined. Plus, seven is doing awesome everywhere, even in korean charts.

If there was something shady going on, i dont think they would make more than 1 version for the song, even on youtube (there is a new perfomance video for the explict ver). They would just send to radios and count on the payola and the deals w spotify, tiktok, youtube, for the charts (thats what most western artists does). But since billboard started filtering the songs so much so that made like crazy drop from 1 to 45 in a week and then stopped counting digital versions from usa based artist stores, BTS had to start making available to fans different versions of the same song because they know they cant count on radio, but can count on the sales and streams. Since Like Crazy, i feel like Hybe is experimenting ways of overcoming the sabotage by the industry.

The thing is, i think we can and should talk and raise questions about how jimin was treated badly, in every chart and streaming platform. For example, views from youtube were not being frozen in Yoongi's songs too, just like jk's. So, its not a privilege that jk is receiving, its just that something was really happening with face promotions, who knows what and why. But that was not jk's or any member fault.

Anyway, i'm happy for jk and i know much more is coming his way. And i cant wait for jimin to make a new comeback soon too. I hope it all goes well yk, Jimin deserves the best in his promotions just like jk and the other members. Lets hope. I'm sorry for hijacking your tumblr for this rant, im hoping u have some thoughts on the subject

Rant shared. I shared my thoughts about most of this a few weeks ago, I'm sure anyone who wants to can still scroll to go find it all, I'm not *really* wanting to open it all back up for discussion again. People are VILE honestly. I enjoy the song, it's fun, it's not much more than that and it's clearly made to be a western audience radio hit. Jungkook deserves and has my full support though! 💜 thanks for sharing

[quodekash]

SOUNDWIN PATPRAN PARALLELS bc soundwin = patpran shut up 

(specifically sound = pran and win = pat but there will be some outliers with that, but itll still be soundwin = patpran) 

the timing of their kisses is like. exactly the same. yes, soundwin is 1.5x faster, BUT the timing increments between the two kisses are EXACTLY the same which cant be a coincidence (woah look at that a sneaky little self plug here, i put the music from the patpran rooftop kiss over the top of the soundwin kiss, swhshwshwshwshwshw youre welcome) 

sound wrote a song about win and performed it at the beach. pran wrote a song about pat and performed it at the beach. 

their first kiss is WAY more than just a peck 

sound liked win for longer, pran liked pat for longer, and yet their first kiss was initiated by win/pat: the one who had feelings for less time 

pat is an engineer, win is a sound engineer (korn is also an engineer) 

the soundwin red/yellow agenda (you can find the original posts of those brought to you by the wonderful @ashedddaisy right here. this is the reason i can no longer see a red skittle and a yellow skittle next to each other without thinking of soundwin), and the bins outside their houses are red and yellow. adding on to that, yellow is sound’s colour and red is win’s colour, and the bin outside pat’s house is red while the bin outside pran’s is yellow. 

sound and pran are both singers, guitarists, and songwriters 

sound and pat are both ASTONISHINGLY good actors 

sound and pran were both in a band with their high school crush 

in episode 9 (his sixth episode in the show), sound confesses to liking win after pretending to hate him the entire time. in episode 6, pran makes the “whoever falls in love first loses” deal with pat, after pretending to hate him the entire time. and i wont get into it right now, but that deal/bet thing was essentially a confession (if youre wondering precisely how, ask me and ill tell you) 

bathroom interactions (patpran with the “did you wash your hands” and soundwin in their first interaction and in episode 7) 

win and pat both like and attempt to hit on a girl who is clearly a lesbian, right in front of the guy who is in love with them, and whom they dont yet realise they are also in love with, while the guy who is in love with them stares on in gay jealousy (with a hint of sadness) 

this one is strictly os2 but both sound and pran run off after their first kiss 

win and pat are both very impulsivley angry and get into fights fairly often 

sound and pran both bounce off win and pats anger, meaning soundwin and patpran get into fights a lot 

pat and win both take pran and sound places in their vehicles (win on his motorbike, pat in his car) 

PRAN AND SOUND BOTH HAVE UNBELIEVABLY ADORABLE DIMPLES THAT MOSTLY COME OUT WHEN THEYRE SMILING AT PAT/WIN 

win wanting to sit next to sound on a long bus ride to the beach, but sound is ✨moody✨ for some reason || pat wanting to sit next to pran on a long bus ride to the beach, but pran is ✨moody✨ for some reason 

aggressive declarations of love in front of large crowds (sound with his song, pat with his declaration in front of the entire architecture faculty) 

sound/pran realising their feelings after win/pat does a silly little tiny thing for them thats revealed in a flashback (win hugging sound under the umbrella to keep him dry, pat with “the worlds one and only handsome pick”) 

win spooning sound under the umbrella | pat spooning pran at the xylophone 

again, this is an our skyy 2 thing, but pat wants to race pran up the stairs cos the elevator isnt working, and pran seems to disagree at first, but he’s actually tricking him and then he gives himself a head start. likewise, at the start of episode 2 msp os2, sound wants to race win, and win seems to disagree at first, but he’s actually tricking him and then he gives himself a head start 

forced proximity (soundwin tied up for the play, patpran squished in the elevator) 

in the mv in os2, sound played pran and win played pat 

there is something to be said about episode 6 when patpran were doing the standing on the paper thing, and the end of episode 9 when soundwin are standing super close together at “then ill hit on you til your heart beats fast” 

while we’re on that part, sound’s purple long-sleeved jacket thing when he’s at the beach on the last day and pran’s purple shirt when he’s at the beach on the first day? very similar vibes 

this one might be a bit of a stretch but palm in nlmg always makes me think of win, and palm apparently owns nothing but hawaiian shirts, and pat also seems to own a large collection of hawaiian shirts 

win is constantly late and also falling asleep in class, so he presumably takes forever to get out of bed and is constantly snoozing his alarms. you know who else snoozes his million and 1 alarms in the mornings, and then ends up running late? pat. 

BOTH SHIPS HAVE A HITTING-ON PHASE TO PROVE THE FEELINGS and also most of the flirting is off screen and im really mad about it. but anyway ignoring the lack of on-screen embarrassing attempts at hitting on each other, there’s sound with the “ill hit on you til your heart beats fast” and patpran with the “whoever falls in love first loses”, so. yeah. 

in the earlier stages of their relationship being known to their friends and stuff, win and pat are slightly more confident whereas sound and pran are very blushy (and i think embarrassed is the right word? but embarrassed in a good way) and stuff. think of win with the chin touches, and calling him pumpkin, and the way sound is smiling and laughing but trying to change the topic. and then think of pat with all the sniffing, and wanting to be sweet with him even tho paa is in the room, and the declaration of love, and of pran’s reactions. but also pran and sound have their moments of confidence, like pran's grin and “what was that? i didnt hear that” during the declaration of love, or sound initiating the cheek kiss on stage, or sound pinching win’s cheek in front of gun, or (other examples that i just cant think of rn) 

i cant explain this one, but theres something so similar about the scene in episode 5 where win is playing video games and sound is doing his guitar things, compared to the scene in the first episode where patpran are aggressively drumming/strumming at each other in the music room 

sound and pran were both on the bl babygirl polls, and there was a round of them against each other 

sound and pran both have their own little symbols if that makes sense?? like, sounds is the chain necklace, pran’s is the ):) 

also just “in the beginning, we just didnt stop fighting. in the end, i blushed for him without realising it.” i know it’s gun who says that, but it very clearly applies to soundwin as well (and sound’s reaction to that line is more evidence that it applies to soundwin), and it’s also PERFECT for patpran 

pat fully just says pran’s password out loud to the entire architecture faculty, and that just seems like a silly impulsive thing that win would also do 

“the doctor says i need someone to support me while i walk” when pat is leaving the hospital feels really similar to win in os2 pretending his leg is in pain so that sound would come back and win takes advantage of that as a head start 

thats all for now, but ill probably update this regularly when i think of more and/or when we get more ✨new✨ parallels bc of bbs os2 

(also some of these i thought of a while ago, so heres my collection of msp/bbs parallels, all in the form of the one meme) 

[transbeeduo]

ever since my fat cbee posts i have been on a roll [hi hello im the fat cbee anon here to say ive been sending so many anon asks its so funny but youve just got my brain rolling so much. 10/10 would anon again. always get addicted to my favorite blogs and send like 10 anons a week. dang it. i see a pattern.] anyway im not every single anon, but a chunk of em, yeah! love sending anons about my brain juices late at night and waking up and reading answers n stuff. always fun.

anyway hi can you imagine a Michael who is very much so malnourished when cbee first find him in the Nether. and like his ribs are showing and theres so many bones showing, which isnt a joke because he literally has a hole in his head where you can see his skull and see his bones n stuff. and when cbee takes him home Tubbo and Ranboo make sure to feed him so so much and food he enjoys and stuff. because Tubbo was malnourished as a kid and it was Not Fun. and Ranboo doesnt know much but they sure do know they dont like the look of rib cages peeking through skin and bony arms and gaunt faces [thats why they keep their fur long enough that it covers their ridges and bumps before they gain weight but also not too long because it is considered 'unruly' to have long fur, at least back when they were a child in the End (thats one of the only fragments they remember. think of it like the stigma around body hair on women/fem people.)]

and so eventually Michael starts gaining healthy weight, and all of a sudden, the bones that arent supposed to be visible through his skin [not the holes. hes part zombie i know but zombies aren't supposed to be really thin when someone is only part zombie.] and Tubbo and Ranboo have to find new dresses* and sweaters and pants n stuff for Michael because he's actually growing! i imagine he might be a bit stunted, not quite reaching his full height because of the lack of nutrients he had during a very important development stage for gods know how long, but he does grow, and thats all that matters. hes got healthy chub and hes not so fragile anymore.

*imagining cbee as parents who buy whatever clothes are cute and fit their children, completely ignoring the fact that dresses and skirts are traditionally girl clothes because have you seen the two. those are not cis and whoever thinks they are are silly. they let their children pick out whatever clothes they find cute and comfortable. so if Michael or Wizard or Bug [do Wizard and Bug even wear clothes... thats a weird question but i mean. only ever seen Bug with fur n stuff but no clothes.. whatever] wanna wear a pretty pink skirt or a t-shirt with monster trucks on it, cbee dont care. this is also partly because Tubbo and Ranboo werent entirely allowed to wear whatever they wanted when they were younger [mainly Tubbo but still] and they want their children to have to choice to pick

HAIIII ANON THIS ASK IS SO GOOD THANK YOU (also yes bug does infact wear clothing! Just their ref doesn’t have clothing LMAO i promise Beeduo give their kids clothing)

BUT YEAH THIS IS HONESTLY REALLY FUCKING CANON TO ME there’s NO way that Michael was getting properly fed in the Nether considering it was literally BY HERSELF and ALSO A BABY. And Tubbo would TOTALLY have that like “oh fuck i cant give this baby the same childhood of being malnourished that i had” thought yk (ranboo not realizing they’re malnourished makes me so sad but is so fucking accurate wow) this ask rules thank you

[synthshenanigans]

HMS OTGW AU

Synopsis of the few episodes that i have planned its a lot of text i apologize + i wrote all this very late yesterday so it might be a lil rough lol.

Also I am very very tempted to write chapters on ao3 about this AU, so if you dont want spoilers on it you prolly dont wanna read the rest. Tho I gonna leave some things out just to save that for the fic. (i cant promise that theyll all be written and posted soon but i will try my best)

tw for depression and suicide (I mean have you seen the album)

Episode 7- For Whom The Bell Tolls

Instead of Laura and Aunite Whispers being there, the house is empty and wanting the get away from the cold, they decide to stay for the night. Soul goes out for firewood and leaves the other 2 to clean up and make a place to sleep in for all of them. They've all been getting along from that point so Soul isnt worrided about anything. Things are fine for awhile, but after searcing around, they find the bell from the original episode. But instead whoever holds the bell, can command another to do whatever the holder wants (kinda like the og bell but slight different). It at first goes fine, Hearts mainly just goofing off and messing around with it for a bit. Though, the concept of one controlling the other starts an arguement (like in the album) and without Soul to calm things down, it eventually breaks into a full fight. When Soul finaly gets back, one of them is just about to kill the other (again like the album). Which leads to a similer fight like TSE and The Bidding but now with Soul going with the fact that since they cant get along, they should just go their separate ways and find their own ways out. In the end none of them stay in the house and all go split up into the woods (which is definitely the best idea to do in the dark winter woods)

Episode 8- Cacophony

Instead of the drug trip dream that Greg has, itd just be the 3 of them trying and failing to go through the woods on their own. Each of them eventually having their breakdowns like in THA, TME and TSE. Leaving them all doing horribly mentally and attempting to sleep in the snow. (Like how Wirt and Greg do). Before Soul can (attempt) to rest, The Beast finds him, wanting to do a trade with him. If Soul were to go steal the lanturn from the Woodsman and become the new lanturn bearer, The Beast would let Heart and Mind go free out of the Unknown. And as long as he keeps the lanturn lit, theyd live happily and finally get along. Saying that as soon as hes even being near the Woodsman, they would already be free. The Beast of course is lying, and plans to kill off Heart and Mind and turn them into edelwood trees. Still, Soul has nothing else to go for, and so begins to search for the Woodsman.

Episode 9 - Into the Unknown

Flashback episode bby. I thought about making HMS go relatively through the same thing Wirt and Greg did (minus the whole Sara and school bit since none of the go to high school being like 20ish years old). Then I instead thought of Whole. (ps gonna try and write Whole as a separate person from CJ, since it feels weird to me to write about him so Wholes kinda his own character in this)

On Halloween, Whole would go through a rough day (one that would likely cause him to split into 3). Being frustrated with a lot of things he decides to take a walk to clear his head. Tho the rainy moody weather of *whatever this takes place* doesn't help his mood at all. Hell it makes it worse if anything. Its now night time and he eventually ends at a cemetary (like in the show).

Suprisingly no one is there, so he takes a break from walking by sitting up top a certain garden wall. At this point, this thoughts are getting worse and more depressing (his thoughts are also now spliting into 2 and then 3 voices). He gets knocked outta his thoughts when the rain really starts to pick up. Tries to get down but falls off on the other side onto train tracks. And like in the show, a train starts to head straight down them. Whole (still not in a good state of mind) stays there and waits for it. Its not till he suddenly feels him throwing himself out of the way almost involuntary. (The "Wait, no please wait!" sorta moment by Heart and Mind). And like Wirt and Greg, he falls into the pond/lake and passes out.

Episode 10 - The Unknown

(im using the stuff i typed last night so if it's incomprehensible and stupid, thats why)

Heart and Mind wake up similer to Wirt (in the snow with the edelwood branches on them). Now with clearer head, the both immediately panic worrying where the other 2 have gone and go looking for them. Heart gets disoriented with the harsh snow and winds, since hes ya know, blind, and ends up on the frozen lake in the show. And just as Mind finds him there, like Wirt, Heart falls into the frozen lake. Mind barely saves him and has another mental breakdown. Heart wakes back up in the middle of it and they have a lil bonding moment (they siblings your honor). They eventually get up and search for Soul. When they finally find him, hes like ONE second away from just fuckin murdering the woodsman for the lanturn. (hes given up at living at this point and just wants the best for Heart and Mind so hes like...less sane than usual) The Beast told Soul they should've already been out by now so Soul is now pissed he was lied to. The Beast gives up and decides to kill all three of them and have the (knocked out) woodsman stay at the bearer. Soul tries to fight it with the woodsmans axe but is too weak to do anything. The Beast and grabs the hatchet and throws Soul against the trees, leaving Heart and Mind to fight it themselves. Mind (and Darrell) can barley fight it off while Heart tries to find the not knowing its near Soul. Beast swats Darrell away and slams Mind into the tree, holding him there. Just as its about to wrap him in edelwood, Heart suddenly is like "haha bitch fear me" thinking he has the hatchet then realizing its actually the lanturn. Mind just slays there for a sec just like "god damnit juno you had ONE fucking job" Tho obviously, The Beast gets immediately pissed, not wanting the fire to burn out. Heart goes through the same realization that Wirt went through of "Why do you even care about the lanturn anyway? Its almost like your spirit is...wait" Beast moves, droppig Mind and threatens Heart. Although scared, Heart finally stands up for himself, tired of being ordered around at what to do. After freeing Soul, Mind then steps in front of Heart now protecting them while Soul uses the hatchet to stand back up in front of both of them. Willing to fight for his life again while also being pissed at the Beast for lying to him (also that it thought it could give him a purpose and tell him what hes supposed to be and do. Basically Soul has the realization he has in Two Wuv) Beast panics and tries threatening them/negotiate with all of them to let it live. Of course it doesnt work and they blow out the lanturn. Soul holds Darrell as Heart and Mind work together to hold Soul up as they finally walk out of the unknown.

Whole wakes up in the hospital in a similar fashion that Greg and Wirt do, reassuring close people that hes alright and just accidentally fell. He wants a bit of time to himself tho to comprehend him almost dying and the weird dream he had. Tho just as hes about to be like "twas all a dream" he finds that Darrell is laying next to him in the bed. The nurse saying that the chicken wouldnt leave him no matter what they tried to do. Darrell luckily didnt get too in the way and they figured it was his so just left him there. Whole then is like "yea...i guess he is" while mentally being like "WAIT WHAT THE FUCK HOW IS HE REAL??" The nurse leaves him be and he sits there thinking over everything and decides that he is a lot better mentally since that adventure and is happy his selves have gotten better and in turn he himself has gotten better.

Maybe he can talk to the three of them eventually or he gets inspired and starts making a certain album idk. As a wise man once said

Also had the ideas of 1.Heart and Mind being lost in the unknown with Soul as the woodsman trying to help them get back while also trying to save "Whole's" spirit in the lantern and 2.Heart and Mind are lost in the unknown with Soul being the Beast

[laffy-taffy-creations]

Welcome to day 17!!!!!

This fic was cross-posted on AO3 here

Currents of Past and the Shocks of Present

Collar | Touch Aversion | "Leave me alone"

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Words: 1,741

Warnings: electrocution, shock collar, PTSD episode, mentioned AND implied kidnapping, temporary memory loss/repression, let me know if I missed something

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“Okay, today’s exercise is a little different,” the teacher in charge of today’s training started out with.

What a way to begin your explanation.

“You’ll all be set up with sensors and shock collars. Now, before anybody freaks out, all of them will be set on the lowest setting. It should be no more than a tingle. We’ll be going until the last person standing, once yours goes off, you’re out.”

There was a chorus of affirmation. I didnt nod. I didnt say anything. Who’s sick idea was this?

I reluctantly let the ones running the simulation put the wretched thing around my neck.

“What would happen if ours malfunctions? Are we able to contact anyone?” I had to know my options.

“If something goes wrong, you’ll be able to talk to us in the surveillance room with the code words ‘hello HQ’, much like if you were in a real mission.”

I nodded. At least there was a contingency. That was good. The discomfort of one of these on my neck again was something I wasn’t able to shake. I gave it 10 minutes maximum before I was thrown into an episode or forced myself out of the simulation.

We were given a few minutes to spread out in the fake forest. I immediately ran upon being released. There was a small area I came across that I settled into. A dense amount of trees. Hopefully nothing would go wrong. Hopefully nobody would find me.

My hand wandered up to the collar. I couldn’t just break it. Fingers traced along a familiar surface. They found the strength dial.

The number is so low… I thought on my file it said maximum strength…

The forest around me transformed into something familiar. The trees hiding me from the sun. Hiding me from the doctors. They cant know I’ve escaped. They cant know where I’m hiding.

I heard shuffling of leaves. I prayed it was an animal.

“OV?”

Who is that. How do they know my name.

“Dont hide your self with your illusions you idiot. I already know you’re there.”

“Dont get any fucking closer!”

Whoever it was stopped, startled. “Vee? Are you okay?”

Who are you. How do you know my name. Why are you using my nickname.

I finally looked at the unfamiliar voice. A girl. Purple hair. Red marks on her face.

My breathing picked up. Who are you?

“Found a pretty nice place to hide out, huh?”

“Are… are you with the doctors?” I managed. The quiver in my voice was impossible to hide.

She looked at me like I was insane. Maybe I was. There person who did this to me after all was-

“What doctors? Are you okay? Do I need to contact the pros?”

The questions overwhelmed me. Dont call the pros he’ll know where I am, he’ll find me.

I couldn’t hear over the sounds of my hyperventialation. The images flashed through my head, my vision started going fuzzy. I felt her hand touch my arm.

Pain. Blinding pain. Searing pain. Agony. Whatever the fuck you wanted to call it. It fucking hurt.

It stopped after 10 seconds. My vision cleared, I was on the ground now, and whoever this girl was looked at me in terror. Her hands were close to her ears.

Shit, I screamed didnt I. I remembered Masami saying my scream rivaled that of a hero she knew of with a voice quirk. They’re going to find me.

“Hello HQ. Uh, we have a situation, something’s going on with OV. I dont know what.”

No no no dont contact HQ-

I heard a guy’s voice ask “Was that fucking scream one of you two?”

I didnt look over. I didnt want to.

“It was OV. Something’s going on with them, I dont know what-”

“Can you two just fuck off already!” I snapped. “I dont want whatever ‘help’ you think you can provide, I dont want HQ or whatever, I dont even know who you are!”

“:..OV are you fucking insane?! What do you mean you dont fucking know us?!” He stomped over to me. I could sense him reaching towards me and Slingshotted myself a few feet further away from them.

“...YOU CAN TELEPORT?” the girl asked.

“I can do lots of shit. Leave me alone.”

“<OKAY EVERYBODY, WE’RE PUTTING AN END TO THE SIMULATION. EVERYBODY PLEASE LEAVE NOW. Bakugou, Jirou, and OV stay where you are. We'll get to you three in a moment,>” I heard from the stupid thig around my neck.

Jirou? Bakugou?

“Ohhhh shit,” I said to myself.

“What was that.”

I looked back up at the guy. I finally recognized him. It was fuzzy, but I could remember certain things about him. His name, his quirk, his general attitude. I knew this would happen.

I knew this exercise was a bad idea.

“Thi-this was a bad idea, ‘HQ’,” I whispered into the collar. I slowly regained my sense of the situation. I am Clover Morgan, I am 16, I am no longer 13, I am no longer at that stupid facility, I am not under the control of the doctors or the founder.

Not anymore.

“Where… where are we?”

“Vee. What the fuck was that,” Jirou demanded.

I sat up and took a deep breath. At least I knew her name again. “Answer my questions first, and then maybe later I’ll be able to answer yours.”

“No I think you’re gonna answer ours right fucking now-”

Bakugou reached towards me, probably intending to threaten me, and the pain started up again.

Blinding. Searing. Agonizing. The hand that had picked me up by the shirt dropped me.

I fell and looked at the two people again. I didnt recognize them. I knew I had a moment ago. Something in the back of my head continuously nagged me that they were probably safe. But the fact I’d been shocked now by both of them told me otherwise.

Based on their expressions, I dont think they meant it. I could tell by my birth quirk they hadn't meant it. They were both shocked. They were as confused as I was.

Some sort of noise came from where they both were wearing something around their necks too. It looked like the thing around mine… It looked like the thing around mine!

The guy sighed. “Call that shit off, you really think that’ll help them right now?!”

I backed up. Anger was never good. Not when you had someone like him. I could sense a powerful quirk.

He knelt down and held his hands up. A gesture of peace. That I knew. Based on his expression I could tell it wasn’t something he wanted to do. Something was going on behind the scenes. Something I wasn’t aware of.

“OV. I’m not going to fu-” he cut himself off and took a breath, “-I’m not going to hurt you. Do you recognize me.”

I shook my head.

“What do you know? It can be anything.”

“I… I dont know what I know.”

“Then start with the basics.”

“Uhm… my name is… My name is Clover Donovan Morgan, I’m… uhm…” why cant I tell what age I am?... “I was born with the Illusion quirk, and I… I have multiple…”

A look of what I only could tell was surprise because of my quirk’s connection to the mind crossed his face. “Do you know how old you are?”

“I…” I thought about it. My mind gave me conflicting answers. I felt tears of frustration running down my face. “I-I do-nt know-w…”

The girl spoke up, “You said something about multiple quirks. Maybe you tell us about that?”

I shook my head.

“How about your family? Do you remember shit about your family?” the guy asked. Who he was was coming into focus but I still couldnt quite tell.

“Uhm… Biologically, my mother’s name was Rose, she had the same quirk as me, and she was more commonly referred to with her middle name Ramona, my dad’s name was Peter and I was born with the same brown hair he has… I haven’t seen either of them in… I dont think you need to know that.”

“But you do.”

I paused. “I haven’t seen them since I was nine. If we aren’t talking about family in the biological sense, there’s Masami, Agno, Sayovai, Max, Rullo, Zharata, Indira, Relena… those are the main ones that come to mind actually when you say family.”

“Relena?” the girl asked quietly.

“Yes, Relena. I think her last name was… uhm… Himokya! That’s what her last name was. She was like a mother to me until I…” escaped. I escaped.

“Until you…?” she urged.

“U-uhm… I dont… wh-where am I?”

“UA.”

And everything came crashing back into focus. I froze realizing exactly what I’d told my classmates.

Taking a breath, I got up and pointed at each of them. “Jirou. Bakugou.” The relief was almost instant and just as mutual now that I could recognize them. Another deep breath. “You tell no one about anything that happened here. Am I understood?”

“You have some fucking explaining to do!”

“I dont owe you shit. Not an explanation. Not anything.” I started walking to the exit.

“...Vee?” Jirou said, following me.

“Yeah?”

“The pros in the surveillence room heard most of what you said.”

“Well they better shut their traps or I’m erasing their fucking memories. And whatever footage they got.”

“I dont…”

“OV,” Bakugou interrupted.

“Yeah?”

“Care to tell us why you collar was on the highest level? And why Himokya Relena, the most talked about missing person for the past half decade used to be something of a fucking family figure to you?”

“...And here I was thinking you’d ask about the multiple quirks.”

“Oh no, we’ll probably both be getting an earful from Deku about that. Now tell me.”

“Ever heard of ‘it’s not your fucking business’? Just because I told you something while I was in an unstable mental state does not make anything about it your business.”

“I’m pretty damn sure the part about you knowing where a missing person is falls under everybody’s fucking business.”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“At this point I think we deserve an answer,” Jirou spoke up.

I sighed and walked through the gate to the main area.

Fuck whoever thought a shock collar was a good idea for a training exercise involving teenagers.

[thingsdontgetbetter]

yeahh anyway part 2/x

end of that rant and onto basically i guess my suicide note for my dear friends! i left a note for the apartment people that is intentionally very vague because my past attempts have always failed and its the worst feeling in the world to try and explain the note to whoever stops you or finds you, and i dont want that at all, which is why i can delete this if i live through this somehow, and on top of that, i dont think most of the people i know will ever find this. its basically to just you three. if you want to share this to anyone i guess go ahead because if this gets posted i dont think im around to care about it

ive thought about where ive been this exact day each year for the last 10 years, and each year its with someone i had i was super close to that i dont have anymore. and for this entire time i can say specifically this person was really bad to me, this person was harmful to others, what we had was temporary, or whatever, but the idea it is a theme that keeps repeating until i have no one left and no ability to let someone like that back in, i think more than anything is a signal of me, in the possibilities of like, maybe i am not a good person to be around, maybe i attract these kinds of people, maybe i in a way are also these people, maybe i cant keep anyone around, maybe i am the common denominator in way you cut it. and i think one if not all of these is true. i think i have some kind of deep dark evil hatred like super deep ingrained in my heart that will never be gone. i think i find comfort and similarity in finding things to hate because thats all ive known growing up, i think i am happier when im upset, i think i use that to manipulate people to whenever i need something to hate making them think im a victim somehow, and i dont want to and i dont mean to, but i know my elder relatives were like that and im never in my head to verbalize in my mind thats what im doing, i dont do it consciously, but in that way still, i take and i hurt everyone i care about. i wont let myself or others be happy. it will eventually always happen that i make a falling out with someone because if that doesnt happen im unfamiliar with whats going on i dont know what is happening.. and i make whatever needs to happen to feel that cycle again. in the period before i do this i get seriously codependent on a single person, to where i live my life for that person, and my being is made to cater to whatever that is, and i do that i think in response to the feeling of not wanting to be alone, to finding a person that makes me happy and wanted, to never ever wanting to let that go, selfishly, until it finally boils up to constricting that persons abilities, and when they start freaking out for needing space, i cant take the rejection of losing that, and make myself the victim. i wish i couldve broken this down in therapy, but the last 6 months have been mostly figuring out short term disability. i figured out i was not getting paid for the disability about 1-2 weeks ago, sometime at the beginning of june, and i knew then there was no getting out of needing to off myself. the reasoning for their rejection is that i didnt provide my hr with all the documentation for my leave, which they never said they needed, and i did provide my hr with that information, but the way short term leave works with my job is in periods of 2 weeks at a time, and since i missed sending them the same paper that they requested for 2 weeks in februrary at a specific time (i sent it to them after when i realized it worked this way but it was too late for it to be recognized) they never accepted it, they just had it under a status of documentation not found. and im technically still with my job, but if i said ok stl over im coming back tomorrow, my manager would say we dont have that documentation youre fired. i cannot go back, i cannot send them the documentation, and im stuck in this kind of limbo. ive honestly been waiting for that email saying "youre fired!!" if it had come especially earlier i couldve at least applied for unemployment benefits or something, which would not have been a lot a week, but it still wouldve been something.