#Peridoll

[themushroomstheyfoundme]

Funguary Day 21: Birds Nest Fungi

The bird's nest fungi is named for its nest-like appearance, with “eggs” inside the main cup. The “eggs” are actually called peridioles and they're where the mushroom stores its spores. They're usually attached to the peridium (the main cup structure of the fungi) by a thin cord called the funicular cord. The cord is coiled inside a purse (see diagram below) until spore dispersal occurs. 

Bird's nest fungi are reliant on rain to disperse its spores. Raindrops trigger the spore release by splashing the peridoles out of place, as visible in this video. The purse ruptures and the cord uncoils as the peridoles are splashed into the air. Sometimes the funicular cord will wrap around a branch or twig and attach to the new substrate via the hapteron (see diagram below).  

See the rest of my posts for funguary here!

[morawcrumb]

i think he takes Haloperidol

Not too shore… Literally can only hear the peridol part

[paradoxpig]

shout out to @peridoll !! they’re such a sweetheart, they sent me this incredibly cute and soft pig plush as well as pokemon: i choose you! thanks so much! 💚🐷

[jeremytheblack]

steven universe? (for the fandom thing)

Favorite Male Character - Steven, tho Greg is pretty close.

Favorite Female Character - Lapis Lazulli (My lapis tag is 40 pages long lmao)

Least Favorite Character - Ronaldo is the literal only character I don’t like.

Favorite Ship - Probably Ruphire or Amedot

Favorite Friendship - The Cool Kids

Favorite Quote - "I’m the audio daddio

Worst Character Death (if any) - I guess through process of elimination, Lars

This made me so happy you have no idea Moment - LAPIS UNFUSING

Saddest Moment - Garnet seeing the Cluster protoypes

Favorite Location - The strawberry fields i guess?

[carnegiemuseumnaturalhistory]

Photogenic Fungi

Often hidden in plain sight, mushrooms are silent drivers of forest ecosystems. They are busy decomposing the dead, but sometimes, they secretly steal nutrients from the living.  Underground, fungal mycelium networks are quietly abuzz with the latest arboreal gossip and tapped into nutrient supply chains that connect the forest in a “Wood Wide Web.” Occasionally, experienced foragers hunt for edible fruiting bodies; however, aesthetically, mushrooms are often outshined by wildflowers. Fungi are uniquely beautiful in their odd shapes and color. They deserve much more attention than simply “can I eat it?” So, grab your camera and keep a sharp eye out for these photogenic fungi (and more), many of which can be found at Powdermill Nature Reserve! 

Be sure to share your findings on iNaturalist and social media during the City Nature Challenge on April 24th to 27th!

Red Tree Brain Fungus (Peniophora rufa)

Hold on! Did that log sprout brains? Nope! This growth is not a part of the tree’s anatomy, but rather, it is an “intelligent-looking” crust fungus. It prefers to grow on aspens, but it can be found on other hardwood species. According to iNaturalist, the likelihood of observing this fungus peaks in April and November. (Note: The tree pictured is not the typical host species.)

Common Bird’s Nest Fungus (Crucibulum leave)

Measuring just 4-10mm across, these infinitesimal “nests” look as though they have been built by itsy-bitsy birds. The spore-containing “eggs,” called peridoles, are kinetically dispersed by raindrops. These little mushrooms can be found growing on woody debris and even in your mulch bed! You just need to look closely.

Splitgill Mushroom (Schizophyllum commune)

Spiltgill mushrooms are among the most widely distributed fungi. Beneath their plain caps lies a delicate fan containing basidiospores. These mushrooms have the unique ability to open and close their gills based on moisture levels. When the mushroom dries out, the gills split; hence the name. Look for this hidden beauty on fallen twigs and branches during your next hike.

False Turkey-Tail (Stereum sp.) & Turkey-tail (Trametes sp.)

For starters, they look like a turkey’s tail! These seemingly ever-present fungi can be found growing on decaying hardwoods. False turkey-tail, with concentric rings that display deep hues of orange, red, or sometimes white, is often eye-catching. It is called “false” turkey-tail because of its similarity to another group of fungi colloquially called turkey-tail (Trametes sp.). One difference is that Trametes is a polypore (pores on the underside) and Stereum is a crust (smooth on the underside).

Sara Klingensmith is an Environmental Educator and Naturalist at Carnegie Museum of Natural History’s Powdermill Nature Reserve. Museum staff, volunteers, and interns are encouraged to blog about their unique experiences and knowledge gained from working at the museum.

[jenhedgehog]

To be honest we don't know what Peridol and Lapis been doing off screen.

Absolutely.

This is true of so many of the side characters, which is why I hope we see more of them before the show ends. A flashback or two would be ideal, but I don't think we've got time for that now; there's always the comics, or whatever other way that Rebecca continues with the story after the show ends, to hopefully fill-in the gaps.

[meta-squash]

Journal For Plague Lovers part 13

All Is Vanity

Haven’t shaved for days Gives me the appearance of delay The luxury of one more dye Pretend humility the ugly lie

I would prefer no choice One bread one milk one food that’s all I’m confused I only want one truth I really don’t mind if I’m being lied to

BRIDGE

It’s not whats wrong it’s what’s right Makes me feel like I’m talking a foreign language at times It’s not what’s wrong it’s what’s right If you buy vanishing cream you need vanishing cream remover at night

CHORUS

Born – school Drunk – fuck – work Home – dole Divorce – retire – die And then what and then what And then what and then what Maybe’s you realise It’s all vanity baby All is vanity honey All is vanity All is vanity All is vanity All is vanity

It’s the facts o’ life sunshine

[Accompanying page, which is written on a photocopied pencil drawing of a sphere]

Cornwall in King Lear Abused, humiliated. 12 step psychology HELICOBACTE PYLORIS – the bacterium behind ulcer formation. A colony living in the stomach mucus membrane Don’t eat it generates ulcers. Bleach gets rid of birthmarks The sun is someway wounded HALO-PERIDOL [very scratched out] drug to make you drowsy Defiance REORIENTATION TO DISLOCATION Rauschenberg “an insatiable appetite for anything but food” I LIKE GREEN in NYC trees are red & orange Nobody owns an idea. You just have to have one everyday Jesus & Elvis go together like mind body & soul Camille Paglia’s blood + earth approach ETRUSCAN WALL PAINTINGS SEGREGATION of GENDER as long as there is women’s work & man’s work possible to systematically pay women less. Pay differential bolsters male sense of imp & keeps a cheap casual lab force on tap female patients even more disabled than men are less likely to be offered openheart surgery                 Tracy

Kate Figes – Because of Her Sex – discrimination so embedded in our culture that we don’t even notice it Sparse undernourished, ill prepared Right or wrong is trivial next to life or death Spinoza – self styled philosopher MEN MKE MIRACLES are GUILTY of SACRILEGE Free Man Acts Honestly not Deceptively. Tell the 30 DAYS TO REPENT A FREE MAN SHOULD fear NOTHING OF DEATH. IS THERE A GOD. WHERE IS TRUTH. The Earth lives but is that God. PERNICIOUS teachings. By the Decree of Angels – EXCOMMUNICATION - Changes name to BENEDICTUS SPINOZA WORDS WORDS, CONCEPTION CONFUSED IN MEMORY CORPOREAL CREATURES – soul without A BODY Catholicism divides itself CROMWELL’S ROTTEN HEAD People Achieve Nothing.

References explanations:

Technically, vanishing cream is a moisturizing//beauty cream that leaves no trace when rubbed into the skin. Clearly Richey’s reference is a metaphorical double entendre.

The Duke Of Cornwall is a character in Shakespeare’s King Lear. Cornwall is a sadistic character who represents the worst parts of abuse of power. For him, power is a tool to satisfy sadistic tendencies. He basically does everything but commit murder.

Richey went through a 12 step AA program while in hospital at The Priory. He had trouble with a lot of its tenants.

Heliobacter pylori is a bacterium found in the stomach that causes ulcers and gastritis and is linked to stomach cancer. It burrows into the less acidic epithelial cells of the stomach. This information was likely copied from the episode of Horizon called Ulcer Wars, which aired on the BBC in May 1994.

Haloperidol is an antipsychotic. It’s used to treat schizophrenia, mania, Tourette’s, and symptoms of extreme alcohol withdrawal. It can cause somnolence as a side effect.

Robert Rauschenberg was a neo dadaist/early pop artist. He was a mental hospital technician while he served in the army. He wanted to work “in the gap between art and life” and championed  the role of creator in creating art’s meaning. He and Cy Twombly made collages and boxes out of trash and exhibited them in Italy. A lot of them sold; those that did not he threw into the river Arno. In 1966 he launched E.A.T. (Experiments in Arts and Technology), a non-profit organization established to promote collaborations between artists and engineers. He used found items and photos to create collages, paintings, and sculptures.

Camille Paglia is a social critic and a professor at University of the Arts in Philadelphia. She is critical of central features of much contemporary feminism though she calls herself a feminist.  She associates Western taboos of periods with male horror of the origins and termination of life: “Every month it is the woman’s fate to face the abyss of time and being, the abyss which is herself”. She also talks about how Christianity and Judaism are “sky-cult” religions, based on a male God in the heavens somewhere that created everything. This is different from aboriginal “earth-cult” religions which worship an Earth-mother or something similar. In sky-cult religions women are pushed aside, and even the language they use to rail against patriarchal culture is the invention of men.

The Etruscan civilization existed in Italy between the 9th and 2nd centuries BC. Their paintings that survived were frescoes on the walls of tombs. The tombs held whole lineages and were sites of recurring family rituals. Most paintings depict mythological scenes; sometimes there are images of everyday life. One of the best-known Etruscan frescoes is that of Tomb of the Lioness at Tarquinia.

“imp” and “lab” are probably Richey’s shorthand for “importance” and “labour”.

Kate Figes wrote the book Because Of Her Sex: The Myth of Equal Opportunity for Women in Britain, published in 1994. It concludes that, despite a change in attitudes, women still face institutionalized discrimination at the very fabric of a society that tends to refuse to accommodate a woman because of her sex.

From a reddit user who contacted me on 1/21 with this information: The notes from "Spinoza – self styled philosopher" down to the bottom of the page (including the line about Cromwell) are almost word for word taken from a Channel 4 docudrama that aired in July 1994 called Spinoza: Apostle of Reason. Somehow Richey has managed to transcribe some of the quotes incorrectly, though, which is possibly why the note "Catholicism divides itself" is slightly confusing (the quote from the show is "Protestantism divides itself", I think).

Baruch Spinoza was a Dutch philosopher. He opposed Descartes’ mind-body dualism. He later rejected his Jewish religion because he didn’t agree with some of its dogmas or the belief in non-Mosaic authorship of the Hebrew bible. He was expelled from the Jewish community. “By the decree of the angels” is a literal transcription of part of the document. Spinoza argued that God exists and is abstract and impersonal. He contended that everything that exists in Nature (i.e., everything in the Universe) is one Reality (substance) and there is only one set of rules governing the whole of the reality which surrounds us and of which we are part. Spinoza viewed God and Nature as two names for the same reality.  Spinoza’s main contention with Cartesian mind–body dualism was that, if mind and body were truly distinct, then it is not clear how they can coordinate in any manner. For him, even human behaviour is fully determined, with freedom being our capacity to know we are determined and to understand why we act as we do. Therefore, humans have no free will. They believe, however, that their will is free. This illusionary perception of freedom stems from our human consciousness, experience, and indifference to prior natural causes. Humans think they are free but they “dream with their eyes open”.

Oliver Cromwell led England into a republic, abolishing the monarchy and the House of Lords, after the execution of King Charles I in January 1649. After the reinstatement of monarchy in 1659, King Charles II’s new parliament ordered the disinterment of Cromwell’s body from Westminster Abbey for a posthumous execution at Tyburn. After hanging “from morning till four in the afternoon”, the body was cut down and the head placed on a 20-foot spike above Westminster Hall. While it was spiked on a pole above the London skyline, it gave a potent warning to spectators. In the 18th century, the head became a curiosity and a relic.

[jokipau]

I’ve been re-reading Little Horns, Big Heart by @peridoll and this scene is still one of my favorite! 

It’s really one of the best fic about jasper that i’ve read!

[uncloseted]

why do you talk about effy having psychotic depression as if it were officially diagnosed in the show? was it confirmed in the books? I thought it was just Freddie assuming she had the same illness as his mother. Effy seemed to experience dissociation and manic states as well, felt more bipolar.

The writers have said that that’s what she has, so it’s official to the point where it’s even on the Wikipedia page for Effy.  I do think that the shot where Freddie is trying to figure out what’s up with her and clicks “psychotic depression” on the website is supposed to tell us what the writers mean her to have.  Generally, when you’re choosing shots for a TV show, you only keep the ones that move the plot forward or provide important information.  Using the shot to mean “this is what Effy has” seems more likely to me than them using that shot to mean, “this is what Freddie thinks she has, because it’s what his mother had, but he is wrong because his judgement is clouded by his feelings about his mother’s death”, especially since they never really follow up on that.

The other hint is the medication she takes in 407. One of them is haloperidol, an antipsychotic.  Another one looks to have a  -peridol, peridone, or -perone suffix, and all of those types of drugs are also anti-psychotics.  Maybe more to the point, it’s clearly what we see she has through her symptoms and actions within the show.  The writers did their research (and IIRC Jamie Brittain said that he was pulling from personal experience for those episodes).

I’ve talked about why Effy doesn’t fit the DSM criteria for bipolar here and why she doesn’t fit the criteria for schizophrenia here, and why she doesn’t fit the criteria for borderline personality disorder here.  Dissociation is a symptom, not a diagnosis within itself, and people can experience it in conjunction with many different types of mental illnesses (including depression, anxiety, psychosis, bipolar disorder).  In Effy’s case, though, the dissociation she’s experiencing is iatrogenic in nature (meaning that the treatment her therapist was doing with her caused it).  In the episodes prior to 407, we don’t see her expressing dissociative symptoms, just symptoms of psychosis.

[freewolftimetravel]

So I was messing around in photoshop and this background happened, and then I remembered @peridoll’s fic Little Horns, Big Heart so then I drew an orangish blob. It doesn’t look exactly as described in the fic because I wasn’t doing this intentially at first, but *shrug* I like it almost as much as I liked the fic. (If it just seems black, turn up your brightness 👍🏻👍🏻)

[ao3feed-lapidot]

The Girl In The Mirror

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UOcAnk

by peridoll

Peridot buys a mirror from a yardsale and falls in love with the girl trapped inside of it. She finds out that was the biggest mistake of her life. Human AU. Ficlet.

Words: 2645, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Steven Universe (Cartoon)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F

Characters: Peridot (Steven Universe), Lapis Lazuli (Steven Universe)

Relationships: Lapis Lazuli/Peridot (Steven Universe)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Surreal

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2UOcAnk

[paradoxpig]

This is what the Luxray looks like from the front, I’ll have to post a video walkthrough of the house built into it tomorrow. 👀

[peridoll-movedagain]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Steven Universe (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Amethyst/Peridot (Steven Universe) Characters: Amethyst (Steven Universe), Peridot (Steven Universe) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Halloween Summary:

Autumn Amedot Week Prompt 1; Halloween. A Halloween night that was meant to be fun turns nightmarish as Peridot faces the ultimate horror movie scenario.

(I’m not really 100% happy with this, but I really wanted to do SOMETHING for Amedot Week, so here we are.)

FULL FIC UNDER THE CUT AS WELL

“Hey, it’s me. If you’re a telemarketer, please leave me alone. Otherwise, leave a message after the beep. Maybe I’ll get back to you in the next millennia, but you really should just message me on Facebook. What’re you doing calling my phone, anyway? What is this, the early 2000s? Who do you think I-” The message tone cut off the girl with its blaring beep, and Peridot rolled her eyes.

“Amethyst, it’s Peridot,” Peridot started, giving Pumpkin’s leash a light tug to guide her away from a temptingly muddy puddle on the grassy side of the sidewalk. She scuffled along in her hard-soled slippers, her costume makeup already done. The Pomeranian bounced on ahead of her, sniffing at a small bush with shriveled flowers. “You were supposed to be at my house two hours ago! Where are you?! We’re already late for the party as it is, but now you’ve marred yourself as a completely unreliable ride! Anyway, call me back when you get this message so I know you’re not dead in a ditch. Or text me, whatever.” With a huff, Peridot aggressively tapped the hang up button and stuffed her phone into her sweatshirt pocket as a gust of cool night wind buffeted against her hooded head.

It had rained all day but despite the swamped yards and treacherous, pot-hole filled roads, trick-or-treaters young and old braved the neighborhood streets. Half of her own bowl of candy had already been picked through. Peridot hadn’t even planned to be at home this year, she was supposed to be at a party away from yelling children. Instead, she had been answering the door over and over and over for two hours straight, and finally said fuck it and escaped out the back door with her pet, leaving the bowl of candy to the mercy of children who didn’t understand the meaning of ‘take two’!

Admittedly, the young woman felt a little dorky out and about with a faceful of makeup by herself. She feared some people thought she was a middle schooler on the prowl for candy as well, but she was 22 and far too old for such traditions… At least to be doing it by herself. ‘No,’ she thought to herself, ‘Seriously, I’m way too old to be trick-or-treating. Yeah, Halloween parties with like-minded adults dressed in overly sexualized costumes of mustard bottles is more my speed… Ugh.’

Amethyst had the audacity to invite her to a cruddy party, insist that it wouldn’t be the same without her, then fall completely off the grid when it came time to pick her up? Her excuse better be that she was dead in a ditch. That would be sufficient enough.

“C’mon, Pumpkin,” Peridot cooed at her dog, whose tail wagged madly in response. “Let’s head back, I guess. Maybe Ames will make an appearance soon…” A shiver ran down her spine as she gazed out into the dark, open street. Leaves swirled into eerie figures in the distance. “…Hopefully.” Suddenly feeling nervous, Peridot scooped up her puppy and cradled her close, speed walking in the direction they had come from. Most of the swarms of costumed children had moved on from this street and onto the next, and her block of houses was nearly abandoned. She could spot her homey one-story abode in the distance and broke into a hurried jog.

She took her front steps two at a time and dug through her back sweatpants pockets with one hand, Pumpkin safely tucked under her arm, frantically searching for her house keys. A presence loomed somewhere nearby, and she swore she heard something shuffling in the brush, but when she glanced back, there was nothing. Shaking her head in hopes of dispelling the irrational paranoia, she then checked her sweatshirt pocket for the keys, but couldn’t find them there either. With a frustrated groan, she descended the stairs once again and went to reach into the cranberry bush beside the rails-

“RAHH!” A masked figure leaped out of the bush beside her, waving around a chainsaw that roared to life. Peridot yelped, jumping back with eyes wide, but a second later grew oddly calm.

“C’mon, Amethyst, you need to try harder than that!” The figure lowered her weapon in defeat, letting the growl of the fake prop die off. She lifted her Jason-styled killer hockey mask from her face, revealing cat whiskers and a severe black winged cat eye. “Everyone knows Jason doesn’t have a chainsaw, that’s Texas Chainsaw Massacre! Get it? Texas Chainsaw Massacre?”

Amethyst cracked a cheeky grin, rubbing her elbow. “Aww, shucks. I thought I could get you pretty good! Why didn’t you shit yourself?”

“Because,” with a snort, Peridot gave her girlfriend a playful shove to the shoulder. “You’re not exactly the most intimidating person, even behind the mask. I mean- you’re scary, just not in that way.” Amethyst’s face dropped, and she pouted.

“You’re too harsh. And critical. And a giant nerd,” with each verbal jab, she poked Peridot’s ticklish sides, making the woman squirm and jerk away.

“Hey, stop that-!” Holding in a bubble of giggles, Peridot escaped the attack and reached back into the cranberry bush for the hidden key that she had velcroed to the side of the staircase. “What’s wrong with you, anyway? Do you know how late you are?” Amethyst snatched Pumpkin from Peridot’s arms, kissing her all over her tiny dog face and cooing sweetly.

“I know, Pumpkin, isn’t Mommy such a hardass? Say it with me, ha-r-d-ass!” The puppy yipped in response, her entire fluffy body wiggling in the girl’s grip. Peridot unlocked the front door at last with a clunk, and she grabbed the now-barren candy bowl that sat on the porch chair.

“Hey! Shut up, you’re the hardass,” the blonde countered, pulling off her hood and letting her messy mop of bleached hair free. “Hold on, I gotta get dressed still.”

“Well come on! Hurry up! What’re you waiting for?!”

“I’m not the one who disappeared for two hours!” Peridot snapped, lingering at the front door entrance as Amethyst hopped up the porch stairs after her. “Where were you, anyway?”

“Oh, you know, just… somewhere.” With a sneaky wink, Amethyst set Pumpkin down on the floor and the puppy scurried off to the living room. Peridot raised a skeptical eyebrow, but decided it would be best not to question further. Instead, she spun around and rounded the corner to the bathroom, where her costume, a knee-length black witch dress, was laid out on the sink counter. She kicked the door shut, then stripped off her sweatshirt and sweatpants, slipping into the itchy dress. She topped off her costume with a large, pointed witch hat, and leaned in close to the mirror to check on her dramatic green eyeshadow and black lipstick. If there was one thing she still adored about Halloween, it was the costumes. Even if she was being dragged to a shitty basement party, it was worth it.

Satisfied with her look, Peridot rushed from the bathroom, tossed a few treats to her pet, and locked the front door. Her ring of keys sat on the side table next to the coat rack, and she cursed herself for forgetting about them before going for her short walk. She grabbed them and popped them into her small shoulder bag, double-checking she also had her phone, then bound out the door. “We’re already late, you know how I feel about that.”

“I know, I know,” Amethyst snorted, taking Peridot’s hand and walking her to the car, where she opened the passenger door and bowed jokingly. “You can’t stand it. How will you be able to go on?” Dramatically, Amethyst slammed the door shut and danced her way around the front of the car to the driver’s seat. Once in, she tossed her prop chainsaw and hockey mask into the backseat, alongside the littered trash and empty bottles of water. Peridot cringed, cautiously picking up a dirty-looking used napkin and chucking it behind her as well.

“I’ll live, but I don’t understand how you function like this.” The engine hacked and coughed its way to life and Amethyst backed out of the driveway, wheels squeaking and the frame of the car trembling from the effort. “Don’t you think it’s time for a new car…?”

“In this economy? Fuck no!” Amethyst retorted, straightening out the struggling vehicle as they got out onto the road. With a content sigh, she reclined back into the cushioned seat and reached a hand over to rest on Peridot’s thigh. “Relax, she’s fine. She’s a fighter, I’ll use her until the day she dies on me.”

Blushing, Peridot intertwined her fingers with her girlfriend’s, stacking their hands on top of her leg. “You’re so stubborn.” “Yeah, but you love it. I know you do.” With a cheeky grin, Amethyst leaned over and planted a sneaky kiss on Peridot’s cheek, which the blonde quickly tried to wipe away, but to no avail. It left a small black stain, from Amethyst’s black upper-lip to imitate a cat’s mouth. Grumbling, Peridot shrugged.

“I guess, if you say so…” She hid a smile by turning her head, gazing out the window as they exited her homey neighborhood and headed out onto the busier main road. “Where is this party, anyway?” To fill the car with some life, Amethyst flicked on the radio, leaving it on a station that was in the midst of a Halloween playlist.

“Up north, about 45 minutes. It’s this old haunted abandoned mansion, I’ve been there before-”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Peridot recoiled, untangling their fingers and holding up her hands in defense. “I thought this was just gonna be one of your jackass basement parties. You didn’t mention the haunted mansion part!”

“It’s fine, you’re worrying too much! I don’t think it’s actually haunted or anything, it’s just a cool little place! It’s atmospheric.” Keeping her cool, Amethyst cranked up the music, successfully drowning out any further complaints that could’ve come from Peridot’s mouth with the hit song Monster Mash. Pouting, the blonde dodged an apologetic shoulder pat, swatting it away. “You’re gonna love it, I promise. We’ll have fun! It’s not even like a normal party. It’s fake-fancy, like there’s gonna be champagne and everyone’s gonna be in costume and in character- I thought you liked that kinda stuff!”

“I do, but…”

“But what? No butts allowed here, missy.” Stopping at a red light, right before the turn onto the highway, Amethyst tilted her head, pursing her lips together. “Don’t be a sourpuss. I invited you cuz I wanted you to come! A black cat needs her witch, and a witch needs her familiar, right? It wouldn’t have felt good if I had gone alone.” Peridot resisted Amethyst’s puppy dog eyes for as long as possible but quickly cracked under the pressure and gave her girlfriend the satisfaction of winning.

“Fine, you’re right. I just- hate scary places is all!” Peridot met Amethyst halfway over the middle console, pressing their lips together in a cold kiss.

“You? The one who binge watches horror movies even when it’s not Halloween? The one who watches these movies in the dark completely alone? You’re afraid of a little haunted house?” Amethyst stole another kiss before the light flickered green, and wrenched her car onto the highway. It whirred and wheezed as she picked up speed to merge into the main lanes. Peridot held on tight to the safety handle above the window.

“It’s- it’s different! All of those movies are fiction, but real life abandoned mansions are actually scary.” Surprisingly, there was very little traffic traveling down the expanse of road. Peridot watched as trees whizzed by, the street lamps doing little to illuminate the pitch black night.

“You’re silly. Why didn’t I scare you earlier, then? I thought I was pretty convincing.”

“Ugh, no. There’s a big difference between Jason Vorhees, you, and an actual murderer. I know you too well, you couldn’t even scare Steven.”

Amethyst scratched the back of her head, fluffing up her deep chocolate brown mane of hair. “Damn, I guess you’re right. I’ll leave the scaring to Jasper. I’m more of a romantic, anyway. Horror isn’t my genre.” The woman lifted her girlfriend’s hand to her lips, eyes wandering from the road ahead of her, and littered ticklish kisses along the back of her hand. Peridot giggled, thoroughly distracted as well.

Peridot spotted a figure standing in the middle of the highway lane in front of them, just out of the corner of her eye. She gasped, yanking her hand away from Amethyst. “Watch out-!” Amethyst jerked the wheel just in time, swerving out of the way of the darkened figure.

In the short second that it was caught in the headlights, Peridot could see it was holding something.

The car crunched as they barreled through the guardrails, and Peridot braced herself as they skidded down the steep incline and into the wooded area lining the highway. The radio turned to static and died out. They crashed into a tree, and the car spun sideways. The impact hit the driver’s side, crushing in the door and shattering the window into shards that flew everywhere. They flipped and tumbled a few times down the rest of the hill, before the vehicle creaked to a stop completely upside down.

Peridot pressed a hand against her pounding head. The airbag had deployed, but she had still banged her head against the side of the car’s frame, and she was bleeding from her forehead. Her seatbelt suspended her to the seat, but gravity pulled her downwards so she managed to undo the belt with a shaky hand. Still in shock, she reached over to tap Amethyst’s shoulder.

“Amethyst, are you okay?” Her heart dropped as she didn’t get a reply for a few seconds, but her girlfriend stirred with a groan.

“Fuck- no. I’m stuck.” As the girl lifted her head up, Peridot flinched as she realized not only did her girlfriend have slivers of glass sticking from her face, but her entire leg had been crushed under the pressure of the bent-in door. The girl tried to move it but hissed in pain, so Peridot gave her a stern shove.

“Stop, I’ll- I’ll call 911. Just leave it, you’re gonna end up ripping your own leg off.” Frazzled but attempting to compose herself, Peridot kicked out the passenger side window, which was already partially shattered, and crawled out the small space. She felt the pierce and prick of glass on the palms of her hands, but fought through the pain and fear until she felt soft grass and brittle leaves. Her witch dress was ripped down the side, enough to show her underwear, but that was the least of her worries as she dug out her phone, knees cold on the hard ground. She could barely dial the numbers, hands trembling as adrenaline pumped through her veins.

“Uh, Peridot…”  she heard Amethyst mutter, but as she pressed her phone against her ear she didn’t listen. “Peridot, there’s someone-” Peridot spun her head, ducking to peek into the wrecked car. Amethyst’s gaze drew out her window and up the hill they had just come down. The phone began to ring.

The figure they had nearly plowed right through was approaching, moonlight shining down on them but not revealing any details. Peridot rose to her feet, eyebrows scrunching together in question. “Hey, are you okay? What were you doing standing in the middle of the-”

The figure lifted the blade of a chainsaw into the sky, the silhouette of it stark against the glowing moonlight. It roared to life, and Peridot’s blood ran cold. Her phone slipped from her hand.

“Peridot, run!”

Paralyzed by fear, Peridot froze on the spot and could only watch as the figure broke into a jog, covering the distance between itself and their ruined car. It swung the chainsaw, and sparks flew as it hit the metal, slicing through it like butter and screeching like a banshee.

“I said run!”

Peridot’s legs screamed in protest as she took off, bolting away from the scene and zigzagging through trees. As she faded away into the darkness of the woods, Amethyst’s blood-curdling scream echoed through the space, sending a terrible shiver down Peridot’s spine. She ran and ran and ran as fast as she could, not sure what even laid on the other side of the woods. It could be nothing. This could’ve gone on for forever. But she ran nonetheless, tears pricking her eyes.

‘This isn’t real. This can’t be real.’

Out of breath, the girl hid behind a wide tree, curling up in the indent at the base of the trunk. She covered her own mouth, muffling the cries that wanted to jump from her throat. She sat for what felt like hours but must’ve only been minutes. Slowly, she peeked around the base of the tree and observed the murky darkness. The wind blew through the branches, making the wood creak and moan, but besides that, it was silent. She squinted into the pitch black.

There stood the figure.

She gasped, quickly hiding against the tree again. She squeezed her eyes shut, listening carefully as heavy footsteps circled around her, crunching leaves and twigs beneath its weight. She could’ve run again, but to where? Maybe the figure didn’t see her after all. Maybe this was all a dream. Maybe it was all a prank. She couldn’t put it past Amethyst to pull something so elaborate, especially with some help. Peridot’s heart clenched in terror as she carefully opened her eyes…

The killer stood before her, in one hand holding a bloody chainsaw and in the other Amethyst’s prop. They wore Amethyst’s hockey mask as well, as if to mock her victim. Peridot leaped in surprised as the killer tossed her the plastic chainsaw, toting their own weapon with both hands.

“C…come on now, this is a joke, right?” The killer tilted their head, hand on the chord, ready to rev up the weapon once again. “This is just some sick prank? Who are you, Lapis? Maybe Pearl? You didn’t actually kill Amethyst, right? She’s okay back there, laughing her ass off?” With their head still tilted, as if playing with prey, the figure gave the chainsaw chord a yank, and the engine roared to life once again. Peridot scrambled against the tree. There was no escape, no open space for her to sneak through. Even if she tried, she could be chopped to bits with ease.

“Okay, okay! Seriously! Amethyst, you got me! You got me for real this time, we’re seriously late to the party now! Was this worth it?!” Denial stained her last breaths, and Peridot shielded her face as the massive blade of the chainsaw swopped down towards her.

And it all went dark.

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Tagged by: @momokotuharumaki

Age: 18

Birthplace: County Clare, Ireland

Current Time: 11:55

Drink you had last: Water

Easiest person to talk to: My mom

Favourite song: “Reach for the Stars” by Cashcash from Sonic Colours

Grossest memory: Cracking the nail of my big toe all the way into the pink part, which led to lots of bleeding. I’ve had worse, but due to amnesia from them they can’t count.

Hogwarts House: Gryfinndor, apparently

In Love: Not in love

Jealous of people: No

Killed someone: No

Love at first sight or Walk away: Walk away. You should get to know someone before you dedicate yourself to them

Middle name: Peter and Mark

Number of siblings: 1, my sister

My one wish: If one doesn’t exist already, I wish for there to be an afterlife. If there is, then I wish for world peace, as cliche as that sounds.

Question I get asked the most: “What are you doing?” (I react differently to many situations than most people would.)

Last song I sung: American Boy by Estelle

Time I woke up: 6am due to dog, then fell asleep and woke again at 10:40

Underwear colour: Black

X-rays: Multiple on my jaw

Favourite Food: Egg fried rice and salt and chilli crispy chicken

Zodiac sign: Leo

I tag: (answer only if you want to)

@the-wyvern-biologist @peridoll @therainbowhero @krwzprtt @nuclear-brachy @anime-yokai @thebig-chillqueen @pkpanta @mysteriousdollart @the-aefe

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