#entry 004

[my-unaddressed-letters]

He turned his back as he lowered down to pick up a heavy box. A simple gesture yet I am smitten whenever I see him do this. Is it because it can indicate a gesture of manliness which may be seen as attractive? Perhaps. Especially that one look at this man and I assure you you will describe him as effeminate. Time seemed to stop when I observed him at that very moment. But I can surely tell you there is nothing sexual in it. In fact, I somehow can never have sensual thoughts about him in the slightest. It is odd. (Surely some of us who have the knowledge about sensuality have even little thoughts together with the person we like).

[eternaladagio]

[REC] — VIDEO ENTRY 004

PERSONAL ARCHIVE — SARAI ODENA pre trails freshman at blue ivy

Sarai sat at her dorm room desk for a long time, the camera still recording, its red light blinking steadily like a metronome. She hadn’t said a word.

This was her fourth attempt.

She wasn’t even sure this counted—this self-therapy exercise her therapist had suggested. She didn’t know if she believed in it. Didn’t know if it would help. The instructions had been simple: Don’t plan. Don’t rehearse. Just speak.

“Whether you choose to keep the recording is up to you,” Dr. Delve had said with calm certainty.

It was supposed to be freeing. But all Sarai felt was foolish.

Still, she inhaled slowly, lifted her gaze toward the lens, and tried.

I was nine.

Her voice is soft, steady. No makeup. No mask. Her curls are loose, wild, tucked back behind one ear with a practiced flick of her fingers. A cardigan clings to her shoulders, pale blue and far too delicate for the story she’s about to tell. Knees drawn up to her chest as she held them tightly.

The house was bigger than the last. Taller. Colder. At that age, I still thought monsters lived in shadows… Had I known what the world held outside the front door, I’d have begged them to stay.

She pauses to laugh. Just once. Light, but tired. The kind of laugh that lands somewhere between memory and mourning.

There was a storm that night—violent and alive. Thunder so loud it rattled the windows. I remember flinching, then running. Bare feet, nightgown. The hallway felt like it never ended. Paintings bled. The furniture reached for me. It was a nightmare I could not wake from… until I burst into the first door I could find...

The door had been open just enough for Sarai to slip through shaking. The room was dim, lit only by flashes of lightning and the soft, rhythmic clink of ice against glass. It sounded like wind chimes. Or magic. Or something else her child-brain didn’t yet have a name for. “Mama?” She whispered it—hopeful. Eyes wide. The woman in the chair didn’t turn. She was regal, unmoving. A silhouette framed by rain-smeared windows and flickering storm light. To Sarai, she looked like a dark elf queen. Powerful. Mysterious. Maybe even loving. But she didn’t answer. Not at first. “Sarai,” came the voice—flat, distant. Not looking at her. Not seeing her. The child crept closer, trembling. When the next crack of lightning lit the room, she ran—into her mother’s arms, burying her face against her mothers belly, seeking warmth, seeking protection. She found neither. Only fingers, threading her hair… too tight. A wince. A tug. Then— “Sarai.” Her name again. Firmer. Sharper. When the girl looked up, her mother’s face had changed. No longer distant. No longer royal. Her hands gripped Sarai’s cheeks, forcing her to meet her eyes. And what lived there was hate. Not the hate of enemies. Not rage. But something colder. Older. The kind that festered in silence. “You are never to come in here,” she said. No explanation or comfort. When Sarai began to cry, she didn’t soothe her. She shouted. Called for Selah, Called for someone—anyone—to take her away. And they did.

Sarai's voice now older. Steadier. But her eyes are rimmed with unshed tears.

I didn’t understand why she wouldn’t hold me. Can you imagine being nine and already asking why your mother couldn’t love you? Why in the day she was a beautiful wonder. Then in the night she became so... haunted and mean.

She breathes in.

Once. Twice. Three times.

By the time she exhales, she’s composed again—reassembled.

Selah stayed with me that night. I didn’t know what she was whispering. I just knew she was kind. I cried so hard, I couldn’t breathe. And she sang. I can’t remember the words, just the melody.”

Sarai hums it—soft and shaky, rocking gently as the note carries.

The next day, she and her husband Emilio never left my side. They took me to the park. The air was crisp. The sky was clear. We picnicked. We laughed. I remember thinking... why couldn’t they be my family?

She wipes a tear—a little rough frustrated, her heart ached for them. How she had wondered about them over the years. Not continually but when ever there were happy moments. Something new she wanted to share - to see if they would be proud of her.

I wouldn’t see them again until I was sixteen.

Her eyes harden—just a little.

And by then, I wasn’t the girl they remembered. I don’t think they even recognized me. And I didn’t know how to reach for them. They were the first ones I thought of as family. But they wouldn’t be the last ones I’d lose.

The screen lingers. Her expression unreadable. Then—

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[levandright]

hihi lovie !! before the ask, i wanted to tell you that your works are absolutely scrumptious i love reading them sm <3 and this is my first time sending an ask in tumblr, so if there's something wrong, please don't mind >.< soo i'm sending an ask for the matchup event ^^ infos are below!

i'm a 5'2 girlie and a minor, i'm ambitious and somewhat reserved (i'm friends with almost everybody but there's only a few selected ppl who know my life details), i'm pretty soft hearted and clingy with major attachment issues, i get emotional easily jhgtdewdfjm, i excel at academics bcs i crave validation (sigh), aaand i might have childhood trauma of feeling neglected and alone, which kind of reflects in some parts of my personality or behavior :D

i'm a virgo, my favourite season is winter. my hobbies are watching movies, reading novels, and going to museums, especially art museums! my ideal type is someone tall, loyal, caring, patient, intelligent, and someone who will treat me differently than others (yes chat im an attention seeker sigh), my ideal relationship is one in which i'll feel protected and cared for, and as for the trope i don't have anything specific in mind lolol, but when reading, i loooveee books with the arranged marriage trope :) this matchup request is for among enhypen members btw!

i'm hoping i could send the request properly! sorry if i overshared or wrote too much lmaooo 😭 anyways, make sure to take care of yourself and remember to stay hydrated cutie !! byebye >.<

FINDING YOUR MATCH...

MATCH FOUND! your match is... KIM SUNWOO

SUNOO relates to how emotional you can be, he's often teased by his members for it so he enjoys having someone he can relate too.

SUNOO loves it when you're clingly, absolutely adores being the center of your attention, don't worry though! he always make sure he reciprocate your affection 10x ;)

SUNOO matches your freak (both of you are just two koala's clinging to each other fr) he smothers you with his love just like how a cat would sit on the face of their owners face when they sleep.

SUNOO takes you to go on musuem dates ALL the time. he's always beside you holding your hand while you talk about the paintings, and sculptors in the musuem you find cool, and interesting.

SUNOO secretly takes photo's of you when you aren't looking, he has an album full of candid pictures he takes of you.

SUNOO might not look like it but he will confront people when they're treating you like badly. this is the rare occasion you see sunoo's serious side.

SUNOO often worries you're studying too much, makes sure he checks up on you when he can so you won't overwork yourself by studying too much. often scolding you like a mom if you don't rest immediately and continue studying instead. " you need a good night's rest to be able to work at your full potentional- so get up from your chair and go to bed!" something like that.

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۶ৎ lev notes :happy you love them hehe (//-v-//) and don't worry you did great <3 excuse any misspellings and stuff cause i did nawt proofread this. like im kinda lazy to do allat... im just letting all my ideas out before i forget them so yeah :] and yeah i def need to take care of myself better... i keep forgetting to drink water these days and to take my vitamins on time >.> ۶ৎ want to find your own match? apply here! curious about other matches?

[pnsge]

god i wish discord actually prevented you from seeing messages from people you've blocked

[tzunaem]

broke no contact :/

[savetooru]

the miracle of french pipes

for the past couple of years i've been incredibly transfixed by all the things rené magritte's 1929 painting the treachery of images manages to make me question just by fucking existing; but i've never put any of these thoughts out into the open because, like, when and where? it's less a fun conversation topic and more a spiral of awe and delight that makes me feel crazy and fucked up and glad to be alive and exactly the thing a blogpost is good for so. i mean. here we go. 1

to start off, the only thing you need to know is that ceci n'est pas une pipe is french for this is not a pipe. we'll cut to the painter himself for the rest of the basic rundown:

The famous pipe. How people reproached me for it! And yet, could you stuff my pipe? No, it's just a representation, is it not? So if I had written on my picture "This is a pipe", I'd have been lying! — René Magritte

it's not particularly hard to understand, but what really gets me is that the treachery is only really revealed through the very thing magritte pokes fun at. he basically cautions us about conflating an object with its image; but the same thing should apply to the text below it. the word 'pipe' isn't an actual pipe either, but merely a representation of it. does that make the whole piece a double negative? what right does a representation have to undermine another's authenticity? 2 (cue: coyote meets road runner. it is at this point the canvas goes KABOOM.) an attempt at a reasonable and valuable line of questioning: in a truly objective world, words and images are separate from their actual meaning— so what's the point of making art? of taking a thing and diluting it for other people's consumption so that it's the same but slightly off-kilter, merely an abstract-impressionist approximate of the proverbial real deal? 3 the best answer staring at a ceiling fan whirl can get you: well, the miracle of french pipes is that we don't live in a truly objective world. we accept and trust that other people will leap through rings of fire and prickly hurdles to grasp at our own humble straws. in fact, we're assured of it. we buy into the treachery ourselves. where there isn't meaning before, we fill in the gaps accordingly. see: mom leaves her dishes unwashed for once, so you massage her temples before she has to get up for work. a friend asks if you're busy so you make time you don't have for a call to check-in. you come across a painting of a pipe and you hate the thought of smoke but the veil lifts anyway. the illusion reveals its comedy. and i get you might be thinking— well, we all know this. cavemen knew this because why else would they carve pictures on the wall for us to dig up centuries later? it's the definition of fundamental. what the hell makes magritte so special? nothing! nothing, save for the fact he exposes the glamour. magic tends to lose its shine when you live and breathe it, you know? like, i knew we lived in a reality where wanting to make sense of each other was the default setting. we were always born to grasp at meaning. i just didn't appreciate that for what it was before. i imagine him sitting in a parisian café nearly a hundred years into the past giggling about this stupid painting he's sitting on, having no idea how hard it's gonna body-slam a twenty-three year old living out in the tropics with a lightness only previously observed in white women who have seen eat, pray, love. i laugh often about this— it's a great thought for when i'm feeling down.

1. if it wasn’t obvious yet, i know nothing about actual french pipes. this is not about them. i’m sorry. 2. for a painting that explicitly rejects meaning it is BURSTING AT THE GODDAMN SEAMS WITH IT. i wanna pull magritte aside just to be like bro what is wrong with you. bro you’ve got to stop. you think too much. your humor is too witty. your surrealism is too swag. they’ll kill you 3. your choice as to how you'd like to describe the umbrella of spoken words, texts actually sent, and communicative mimicry you've accumulated in life but imo it's all organic if it at any point lived in your head. gross, right. all the poets are like yeah nothing's original and that's fine. and it is, but implies what we do is regurgitate like birds at an unprecedented rate. like okay nature is beautiful BUT EWW!?!!?

[200mark]

⌗ insomnia .. lee haechan

SCENE .. in which haechan is having trouble sleeping but your voice helps him.

꒰ DETAILS ꒱ idolboyfriend!haechan & reader ⋮ ♯ file 004. established relationship, scenario, petnames && fluff ᵔⰙᵔ wc .. {drabble} 𓂃🖊

♡ entry .. so who else is upset insomnia isn’t on holo? RAAHHH i stream that song from my mp3 files like it’s an actual song, outside of that i’m actually so excited for holo i’m gonna be just as annoying about holo like i was for molo. please excuse any errors and i hope you all enjoy.

more of nct dream

“your voice is soothing, it’s actually helping me relax.” haechan mumbled into the speaker of his phone, “that good baby just focus on my voice and try not to think so much, okay?” he nodded as if you could see him but you took his silence as an answer and continued talking, “the house feels so empty these days, i’m so used to cleaning up after two people that when i make a mess i have no one to blame for it.” he chuckled softly, “mmm is that right?”

“mhm, so used to washing two plates, two forks, basically two of everything so it sucks just having only my dishes to clean.” you sigh, “but then you’ll complain when i come home and make a mess” “i miss your messes, i think..? don’t quote me on that.” you let out a soft giggle.

“i miss you,” he said causing you to smile “i miss you more, only a few more weeks i believe we can do this!” you attempt to sound enthusiastic but you both know this is killing both of you. “so let’s say i leave the tour early and come be with you? i genuinely can’t sleep without you hence is why i’m having trouble sleeping” and you laugh.

“the doctors said it was stress not ‘being away from your girlfriend’, you’re funny,” “but being away from you is stressful, watch when i come home all my problems will subside.” he mumbled.

“aren’t you supposed to be trying to sleep, i'm the one who should be talking…” he hummed at your words before closing his eyes letting your voice fill his ears, your voice wasn’t loud but it was necessarily a whisper either. he would fall asleep then jump awake at your voice, “then i ended up on the wrong exit and had to ride to the next exit only to almost run out of gas, i’m so used to you filling my car up in the mornings but now i have to do it.” you continued speaking softly.

you knew he was asleep but you also knew he could somewhat hear you and regardless of him not responding to you with his words, breathing into his speaker softly was enough for you.

[archives-of-a-hidden-writer]

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Thanos / Choi Su-Bong X M/GN!Reader

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》 Summary: Instead of dying to a damn utensil, you were there to save his ass just when things were about to take a turn for the worse on his behalf. |

》 Warnings: SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 6 SEASON 2, Swearing(On the archiver's behalf), Archiver(writer) speaks in between scenes through parentheses, OOC, Blood, Violence, murder/killing, Change of Storyline, Aversion of Story, Mention of Drug Use, MxM but can also be seen as MxGN it's just that reader can go to the men's bathroom, Reader's choice in the voting is unspecified but leans more in the 'X'. |

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As the 3rd game came to a close, all 100 remaining players came into a voting of 50 by 50, making it a tie. It was then told how another voting were to occur the next day, giving the players time to choose their options once more.

As things died down between groups, you were peacefully doing your own thing in the restroom until you suddenly heard a commotion outside the stalls, followed by another voice that you recognized all the while ago.

During your time throughout the 3 games, one particular man stood out, Su-bong, aka the rapper Thanos. Although you've heard of the man before the games, you weren't particularly a fan of him to the point you would clutter him like the others during the start of the 1st game. Despite that, you couldn't help but feel something towards the chaotic and high man.

Going outside your stall, you were greeted to the men split into two groups, one siding the ones who chose 'O' last voting and the other group being the ones who chose 'X'. One of the players in the 'X' went in front of the scared man who was you concluded as the man Thanos was after. Yet it seemed to worsen the situation as the player, numbered 333, was the infamous MG coin, the same man who 'milked'(Archiver doesn't know if this is the right word, but I'm rolling with it) his fans of their money for a crypto coin.

Soon, a fight broke loose within the restroom, and none of the guards came in to stop them. The guy originally Thanos was after had already run off, while Thanos was currently choking player 333.

Not knowing what to do or which side to go or help, you ended up knocking and punching a few who tried swinging their fists at you. You just decided to help the person, to you, you knew the most, and that is Thanos.

As Thanos choked out player 333(Myung-gi, but screw it, he'll become irrelevant in this entry anyways), you noticed the player holding something in his hand. You soon noticed it as a fork, 'Shit,' you thought to yourself. Forks are sharp enough to pierce skin with the right pressure. You immediately screamed towards Thanos, tackling and pushing him off the man.

Thanos looked at you confused and irritated, "What the fuck, man?-" He cursed, you took a deep breath, trying to gauge your perspective at him, "He has a fo-" you were about to say until you felt a sharp pain in your shoulder blade. Turning around, you met the same player lodging the same damn fork in your shoulder. You groaned as he pulled the fork out, wanting to aim at another area in your body.

"Why are you helping him?!" The player screamed, about to plunge the fork again.

About to expect the worst, someone behind him pulled him back and started to punch him again and again. It was Thanos' friend, you presumed as you've recognised the man often beside the purple-haired.

Taking a deep breath, completely forgetting the pain in your shoulder for a moment before exhaling heavily. That's when you heard a voice admists the chaos.

"Hey, hey!" Thanos called out, not knowing what to do other than check the wound. "Tsk, dammit!" He cursed before roughly pulling you up and into one of the closest stalls to the two of you. Locking the stall behind him, he made you sit down on the toilet.

Trying to ignore the pain, you spoke out, "You should've ran out," I wheezed out, taking my jacket off before ripping a piece of my shirt to use as a bandage from the wound. Wrapping the cloth around your shoulder, you noticed that he's just standing right there, not doing anything with his head down at the floor. Not knowing what's on his mind, I continued to wrap the item around.

It was until you had to tie the cloth together to prevent it from coming loose, but with your shaking hands and inability to move area from your shoulder to your arm. Wincing, you still attempted until you felt another pair of hands grabbing over the cloth and tying it for you. You looked up to see Thanos tying the cloth for you, an uncharacteristically focused look on his face, but you couldn't help but gaze at him even further.

At this time, as Thanos finished tying the cloth secure, the fight outside the stall had quieted down. The purple-haired man peeked out to see four players dead, with the others being led out by the pink guards, followed by the announcer announcing the player number of each person who died.

Coming out along with the rest, Thanos kept behind me before muttering a 'Thanks, man', you nodded and continued walking until both of you reached the dormitory.

Thanos came back to his friend after such a situation, and you went into your original bed location until you heard someone scream your player number.

"Hey, ■■■!(You guys choose your number)" Thanos called out, waving his hand up as he looked over to you. He hopped and waved his hand, gesturing you to come over, and you not knowing what to do anymore, you decided and fuck it, join them.

As you approached them, Thanos hopped and swung his arm on you, but you quickly noticed how he was careful about his action and considering your wound.

"Welcome, my friend!" Thanos welcomed you to his friend, "This guy right here, they saved my damn life there!" He announced, shaking me lightly, "It was nothing... Really," you tried to start, averting away from them.

"What do you mean it's nothing?! My life was on the line, man!" Thanos replied, patting your chest as he spoke.

After that, the three of you waited for the next day to come by for the revoting of players. Coincidentally, you couldn't help but notice a shift in Thanos' attitude when he speaks to you alongside how his eyes were filled with an emotion you couldn't decipher that isn't his typical high-on-drugs gaze.

As the announcer reminded everyone of the night's out in half an hour, everyone got to their respective beds with you being made to sleep near your now new friends('friends' yeah right).

As you slept on your accord, you didn't notice Thanos on his side, gazing at your sleeping figure. Somehow, a random stranger like you made him feel something other than the high feeling of his 'candies'. Quietly chuckling to himself, he laid back on his back.

Awaiting the next day, little did they know that other players had their own plans for the night rather than sleeping.

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》 Archiver's Notes: Do not mind this as your dear archiver, me, still can't seem to wrap their head around the fact that someone like his character died inside of a damn restroom with a fucking fork.

[skzophreniic]

🗂️ SKZOTEL: Guest Relations Masterlist Filed by: Concierge Aeryn Classification: Public Access – For Approved Guests & Voyeurs

Welcome to the official SKZotel Guest Relations Masterlist. Below you’ll find formal investigations, incident reports, and internal service memos pertaining to staff interactions with select guests. All documentation is archived for transparency, accountability, and... entertainment purposes.

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📁 Case Files

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➤ Case #003 – Room 1706/ Misconduct During Welcome Assistance ✦ Involved Staff: Felix Lee ✦ Requested: Formal Investigation + Internal Service Memo ✦ Filed by: Guest at Room 1706

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➤ Case #007 –Room 325/ Missing Panties ✦ Involved Staff: Hyunjin Hwang ✦ Requested: Formal Investigation + Internal Service Memo ✦ Filed by: Guest At Room 325

➤ Case #008 –Room 704/ Officer Voyeur ✦ Involved Staff: Jisung Han ✦ Requested: Custom Drabble + Private Follow up report. ✦ Filed by: VIP Guest at room 704

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[loveharlow]

A JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader Series Rewrite

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ Y/n Carter's life is turned upside down when she and her long-time friends, the self-proclaimed pogues, get set on the path to find treasure.

[Series rewrite; S1-S4]

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ smut, mentions of non-con, swearing, mentions of cheating, mild slow burn, angst, mentions of assault/s*xual assault, mentions of drugs/addiction, mentions/graphic depictions of murder, allusions to/depictions of pregnancy/miscarriage, animal cruelty/death, mentions of death, general obx warnings, more detailed warnings for each individual chapter

SERIES TAG NAV‧₊˚ #fic analysis🔍 || #svn || #mailbox:svn

...BEFORE THE GOLD

The Entries (Pages 1-15)

contains spoilers, recommended to read after season one

...SEASON 1

001

002

003

004

005

006

007

008

...THE INBETWEEN

In Loving Memory

P4L

Kiss It Better

...SEASON 2

001

002 (pt 1)

002 (pt 2)

003

004

005 (pt 1)

005 (pt 2)

006

007 (pt 1)

007 (pt 2)

...POGUELANDIA

Fever Dream

Moon River

Falling Down

...SEASON 3

001

002

...EIGHTEEN MONTHS

6 Months Later

9 Months Later

18 Months Later

...SEASON 4

Coming Soon!

...EXTRAS (IN ORDER)

TR's car

S1 Mood Board & Playlist

TR Finds Her Dad's Body

TR & Rafe's First Time

Topper Catches TR & Rafe

Rafe SA's TR

TR tells Sarah about Rafe

The Pogues Realize TR is Missing (during s2/005 p1)

The Pogues Reactions to Finding TR (during s2/005 p1)

Rafe's reaction to Tr & JJ's Relationship (during s2/005 p1)

The Inbetween Moodboard & Playlist

[p-seduonym]

The Little Light That Got Lost (Part Six)

A/N: More spookiness! I promise I'll make a cohesive post that goes over everything in detail when I'm done with this series. I'll also add the other parts to this post so you can see where this all started.

Taglist: @cheust, @i-simp-for-women, @goodsoup19, @143637-hrrm, @delias-stuff, @12nitled, @cutenessbun, @rinkydinkythinky, @trashlanternfish360, @bunbunbread, @daddysfangirls-dc, @justannie18(will add more if asked)

Part One

Part Two

Part 2.5

Interlude

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Based off of @cheust's Ghost Caretaker AU. It's really good so give it a read!

Wayne Family Residence – Sleepwalking Observation Log Compiled by: Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth Subject: Master Casey Wayne Purpose: To document incidents of somnambulism for Dr. Hoffman’s review Start Date: [REDACTED]

Entry #004 Date: [REDACTED] Time: 03:08 AM

Description: Awoke to a faint creaking on the third-floor landing. Upon investigation, found Master Casey standing motionless at the top of the main staircase. Eyes open, unblinking. Left arm extended slightly forward, as if reaching for something unseen. No response when addressed. Gently guided them back to bed. Breathing remained steady throughout.

Notes: This marks the fourth occurrence in seven nights. Tonight’s positioning—so near the staircase edge—was particularly concerning. Will install a motion-triggered nightlight and padded stair runner for safety. Noted faint smudge marks trailing along the stair railing—fingerprints that do not match my own. Casey’s hands were clean at the time of redirection.

Entry #005 Date: [REDACTED] Time: 02:41 AM

Description: Security alarms signaled motion in the garden. Located Master Casey standing barefoot at the edge of the garden pond, eyes fixated on the water. Temperature near freezing. Toes curled against the stone. Clutched in their hand, a silver coin I do not recognize. Murmuring indistinctly under their breath. No response to light, voice, or physical contact. Gently redirected them indoors. Upon returning with warm milk, found them fast asleep on the sitting room love seat. Coin was taken to the study for further review.

Notes: Second recorded instance of outdoor wandering. Perimeter systems to be reinforced; window sensors on the east wing scheduled for diagnostics. No known personal significance of the pond to Master Casey. Arranging temporary pond cover. Coin appears to be genuine silver, origin unknown. Following morning, Casey expressed great distress upon discovering the coin missing. Claimed it was given by the "tooth fairy" and promised to "Yaya" to keep it with them at all times.

Entry #006 Date: [REDACTED] Time: 01:57 AM

Description: Heard low murmuring via nursery monitor. Entered the room to find Casey seated upright in bed, speaking in an unrecognizable language. Tone monotone. Rhythm steady—phrase repeated six times. Upon approach, they turned toward me and clearly stated in English: “She doesn’t like the basement.” Then lay back down and resumed sleeping.

Notes: The basement door remains locked at all times. To my knowledge, Casey has never been made aware of its existence.

Entry #007

Date: [REDACTED]

Time: 03:14 AM

Description:Discovered Master Casey’s bedroom door open during routine patrol. No signs of forced entry or tampering with child safety locks. Located them in the east wing study, seated before the fireplace. Barefoot, dressed in sleepwear, hands resting calmly in their lap. Eyes open, but unfocused. Did not respond to voice. Offered no resistance when carried back to bed. Remained asleep throughout. Notably, the fireplace—unused in years—carried the faint scent of burnt wood.

Notes:No known reason for Casey to enter the study. The room is uninviting and generally avoided. When questioned in the morning, they recalled a vague dream “about being cold,” but no recognition of the study itself. Will recheck all window locks and reinstall motion sensors in the east wing corridors.

Entry #008 Date: [REDACTED] Time: 01:57 AM

Description: Master Casey found at the attic stairwell threshold. Door was ajar—odd, as it remains latched from the outside. No signs of tampering. They held the same silver coin previously secured in the study. I am certain I placed it in a locked cabinet drawer, which remains undisturbed. Casey did not ascend the stairs. Appeared to be listening. When asked what they heard, whispered, “They’re quiet right now.” Did not elaborate. Escorted them back to bed. Coin was again confiscated and this time locked in the wall safe.

Notes: The attic has been unused for several years. No personal items stored within. Security logs show no activity near the attic before this incident. Will perform a manual inspection during daylight hours. Coin now exhibits faint edge scratches and an unfamiliar fingerprint smudge. Still unclear how Casey regained possession. Beginning to question whether locking it away serves any purpose.

Ongoing Concerns:

Increased frequency and complexity of episodes

Recurrent focus on specific household locations (staircase, basement, attic, rear entrance)

Introduction of unexplained objects and behavior (coin, unfamiliar language, environmental awareness during unconscious state)

Recommendations: Continue nightly documentation. Strongly advise informing Master Wayne of the full extent of these incidents prior to briefing Dr. Hoffman. I anticipate reluctance.— A. Pennyworth

A/N: This one felt a little weird because I thought it'd be a bit more informal but it still feels clinical. I think I'll stop this sort of writing after I finish this series.

[colonelarr0w]

now playing - jujutsu kaisen

" being a child is not a sin. " " the most twisted curse of all is love. "

featuring -> satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, ryomen sukuna, hiromi higuruma, ino takuma, yuuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, yuuta okkostu, toge inumaki

key : * = angst ~ = smut ^ = fluff

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entry 001 : who is (y/n)? ft. kento nanami * entry 002 : a quiet night in ft. kento nanami ^ entry 003 : voices ft. suguru geto ^* entry 004 : baked goods ft. suguru geto ^ entry 005 : girls night out ft. suguru geto, satoru gojo, choso kamo ^~ entry 006 : recharge ft. kento nanami ^ entry 007 : fix you ft. suguru geto ^* entry 008 : soft dom ft. satoru gojo ~ entry 009 : everyone but you ft. megumi fushiguro ^ entry 010 : cold, dead heart ft. ryomen sukuna ^* entry 011 : cat-like ft. choso kamo ^ entry 012 : opposites ft. yuuji itadori ^ entry 013 : starry night ft. suguru geto, satoru gojo ^* entry 014 : betting on you ft. satoru gojo * entry 015 : pink-haired matchmaker ft. kento nanami ^ entry 016 : firsts ft. kento nanami ^~ entry 017 : private, not secret ft. kento nanami ^ entry 018 : looking after you ft. suguru geto ^* entry 019 : jealousy ... insecurity ft. yuuta okkotsu ^* entry 020 : part of you ft. satoru gojo ^* entry 021 : aggressive dom ft. satoru gojo ~ entry 022 : why you? ft. suguru geto ^ entry 023 : everything was perfect ft. satoru gojo ^* entry 024 : deserved ft. hiromi higuruma ~ entry 025 : my love, mine all mine ft. multi ^ entry 026 : never alone ft. suguru geto ^* entry 027 : designated seat ft. satoru gojo ~ entry 028 : not her ft. yuuji itadori * entry 029 : shoulders ft. suguru geto ^* entry 030 : to you ft. toji fushiguro ^ entry 031 : softened edge ft. ryomen sukuna ^ entry 032 : not her (2) ft. yuuji itadori * entry 033 : mirrored image ft. suguru geto * entry 034 : drunkenly yours ft. megumi fushiguro ^ entry 035 : not yet ft. satoru gojo ^* entry 036 : across the universe ft. multi ^ entry 037 : what might've been ft. suguru geto, satoru gojo, ieri shoko ^* entry 038 : a welcome distraction ft. suguru geto, satoru gojo ^

[celli-ohs]

Show Must Go On Masterlist

pairing: secret softie!park jongseong x reader

genre: high school au; crack, comedy, fluff

synopsis: When you told the waitress to give your compliments to the chef, you didn't expect the chef to come out and thank you personally, and you really didn't expect the chef to be your classmate Park Jongseong. Realizing how bad this could be, he has you keep it a secret. That shouldn't be too hard for you to do he thinks, but you're full of surprises- and slip-ups.

before you read: sunghoon series

warnings: language, loser enhypen, wild subplot

taglist (open): @ancnymcnzjy @melancholy-z @lamin143 @soobinbunnie5 @benny1989fredd @bbsantc @jimmiwuwaiting @blindmortal @seongiewon @yuyita-rosier @kkathy101 @justandloyal2961 @jjongstar111

status: ongoing

note: part 2 of my and scene! series, loosely based off en-drama.

character profiles!

Entry 001: 22/05/24

Entry 002: 23/05/24

Entry 003: 03/06/24

Entry 004: 21/06/24

and scene! series masterlist | kpop masterlist

comment/reply for taglist!

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ARTDEX ENTRY: 004 | DEX 169

Forgot to time this one, oops!

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Prelude to a New Tomorrow

(A Sylus x NON!MC Reader fic)

(Total Word Count: -will be updated-)

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“This world is guided by various forces of the Universe…who will win Destiny or Manifestation?”

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*TW: Angst, maybe not well written, NON!MC Reader, Reader has Anemia, heavy blood loss during periods, shouting, feeling of betrayal and heartbreak, shaking, crying, feelings of self made insecurity and rejection, self sabotage.

*Index: Narration is written in regular, small size, and italicised.

Reader speeches are white, bold and italicised.

Zayne speeches are blue, bold and italicised.

MC speeches are pink, bold and italicised.

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Diary entries -will be updated-

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End or the Beginning? - 000

Mr. Ruby Eyes - 001

Yes…? No…? Maybe so…? - 002

Sylus Archives(Article: I) - 003

The art of Simplicity - 004

. . . - 004a

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[broken-dollhouse]

can we request: a full marble hornets + creepypasta themed simply plural template? @the-slendermansion

Marblehornets themed SP ;

Includes - Full profile [base + alter] , custom fields , folders & even a flag template

For anyone unaware we love MH dearly so this was extremely fun , we did add some creepypasta themes but not many [maybe] Flag template + shown flags here please do not hotlink anything The base is a PSD with some customization We did slightly struggle on the custom fields but those also aren't really our specialty Feel free to edit names and such , we just used entry names for most of these

Along side ; feel free to request the more vhs styled flag , we don't mind making more if it helps someone!

Colors: #0c0c09 #1e2018 #b0afb1

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Folders:

NOTE: Header / subheaders are opt and only if you want organized sorting!

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