#entry 005

[my-unaddressed-letters]

C's friends stopped by. I envy their closeness. I can never be that close to him. I always see how excited he is on the very thought of them like a dog wagging its tail on its owner.

[levandright]

oh hello lev 😼 i wanna join the matchup event cuz like yes, it’s gonna slay (heesalay)

all about me!

virgo

dancer who starts dancing anywhere (even if it’s in my head)

fav colours: white, black, purple and pink

im pretty playful and sarcastic

fandom: enhypen

delulu as hell

now I must take your leave, your majesty queen lev…

FINDING YOUR MATCH...

MATCH FOUND! your match is... NISHIMURA RIKI

NI-KI and you would challenge each other to spontaneous dance battles. whether it’s in the practice room, the living room, or even the grocery store, neither of you can resist showing off. he’d pretend to be overly dramatic when you win, saying, “i let you win that one.”

NI-KI with his playful nature and your sarcasm would make for the best banter. when he says something cheeky, you’d hit back with a quick, sarcastic comment that leaves him fake-offended. “wow, so supportive,” he’d say pouting. but secretly loves how you keep him on his toes.

NI-KI would absolutely thrive on teasing you, but he’d quickly learn that you’re just as good (if not better) at teasing him back. if he ever messes up when dancing with you, “did the world’s best dancer just trip over his own feet?”

NI-KI would love copying your dance moves (he would exaggerate them to make it look funny), and you’d do the same to him. “is this how you think i look?” he’d ask, feigning offense while trying not to laugh.

NI-KI lets you steal borrow his clothes, mostly his hoodies cause he has like 10 different black-colored hoodies in his closet.

NI-KI with his cheeky humor and your playful sarcasm complement each other perfectly. while you challenge and tease each other, there’s an unspoken understanding that your bond is built on mutual respect and love for your shared passion in dancing.

your custom playlist ₊⊹

₊⊹ lev notes : hai hai!!! tysm for popping in >o< idk who you expected but like the moment i say dancer i went "oh yeah riki" so fast- and i got more sure as i read. but i did have a 2nd member that i almost choose but i forgor to write.... ₊⊹ want to find your own match? apply here! ₊⊹ curious about other matches?

[skzophreniic]

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⌗ stress free zone .. na jaemin

SCENE .. in which jaemin builds a pillow fort and declare it an official "no stress" zone.

꒰ DETAILS ꒱ boyfriend!jaemin & fem!rea ⋮ ♯ file 005. established relationship, scenario, fluff && fluff ᵔⰙᵔ wc .. {1454} 𓂃🖊

♡ entry .. got inspired cause me and siblings made a pillow fort the other night just cause lol, i hope you all enjoy this! i appreciate all the support and sorry for the inconsistency!! 🤍 (also it was like 4:53am when i wrote this, please excuse any errors!)

more of nct dream

between the stress of school and your part-time job you have little to no time to your, and the time you do get to yourself you wanna spend it in the bed laying down or doing a few chores around the house. jaemin took notice in this as a boyfriend would and decided to make the best of the time you have before your finals.

you’re currently sitting in bed with your laptop on your lap with your notebook next to you occasionally picking up the notebook writing things down, jaemin walks into your shared bedroom and sighs at the sight of you being so deep into your studies not an annoyed sigh but more of a “you were in this same spot 15 mins ago” kind of sigh.

“still at it, hm?” his tone wasn’t sarcastic but he didn’t ask, asking for a response more so because he already knew the answer. you nodded in return not wanting to take your focus away from the screen in front of you “just a few more pages and then i’m all done” you grabbed your notebook writing more things down and he just looked at you before smiling and nodding.

he had been sitting in the living room while you were studying hoping you’d call his name or just strot out the bedroom and right onto his lap but you didn’t, that’s when he decided to join you back in the room.

“jaem not right now, i have just a few more pages and i’ll be done.” you only said this cause he had made his way to your side of the bed kissing your neck and gently massaging your shoulders and you were tense. as much as you needed that and appreciated it you needed to focus, “these finals aren’t going to take themselves,” you said “they could,” he added and you gave a small laugh.

he eventually got the hint and decided to leave you alone again before leaving the room. he snatched a pillow off the bed with a pout like he was mad, he wasn’t which caused you to look at him for a few seconds and then laugh a little. “just give me 15 minutes!!” he playfully rolled his eyes and closed the door behind him.

jaemin plopped down on the couch sitting on the remote in the process, “ouch” he said “okay that didn’t hurt,” he added he groaned before pulling the remote from underneath him and flicking through the channels after finding something he was content with looking at he sat the remote on the coffee table.

“i never realized how UNCOMFORTABLE this COUCH WAS until NOW after HOURS of sitting on in.” he said shouting certain words in hopes you’d hear him and i don’t know maybe close your laptop.

he threw the pillow he brought from the bedroom onto the floor and propped his legs up on the couch while his upper body rested onto the floor, his back and head laying on the pillow. he stayed like this for a few minutes before getting a crazy idea.

he looked over a the dining room chair, the throw blanket on the couch and it’s like a light bulb switched on like something just clicked, “jaemin… i know what we’re going to do today.” he mumbled to himself, yeah he was watching phineas and ferb and suddenly said that, “maybe let’s not say that again?” he mumbled to himself yet again, “i think i should stop talking to myself now.”

he got up from the floor and started to put his plan into action, he wanted to be as loud and as quiet as possible. he knows whenever you attempt to be quiet is when you tend to be more loud so he hopes that's the case this time. he moves the chairs from the kitchen into the living room positioning them to his liking, “do i add the pillow first or the blankets?” he thought to himself standing there running his hand through his hair looking at the chairs.

“let me move the coffee table first,” he took the few things that were on the coffee table off before picking it up and flipping it over onto the couch. “okay, maybe adding the pillows will make it easier when adding the blankets?” he questioned himself, “why is this so complicated? this was easier when i was a kid.” and wirth that he moved the chairs more into the center of the living room now that he has more space upon moving the coffee table.

“this looks a lot better, in my humble opinion of course,” he laughs at his own joke before clearing his throat in a ‘you’re talking to yourself again’ way. he continued to set up the pillow fort occasionally bumping into things purposely so that you could hear him but not so much that you would come out the room.

he went to the kitchen grabbing a water bottle chugging it before sitting it on top of the counter and looking over at the pillow fort before smiling and nodding to himself, “it’s missing something” he said looking at the fort then around the living room, then he spots it those fairy lights you bought to hang behind the tv but never had the time.

“you thinking what i’m thinking?” the tv says and it’s likr the stole the words right out of his mouth, he makes his way back into the living room carefully gliding through the area where the fort is built so he doesn’t knock over but one of the sheets he used fell off causing the whole roof of the fort to fall.

“dammit” he said, tossing the box of the lights onto the couch before attempting to fix the roof of the fort that took him several minutes to build. after about five minutes he got it back to his liking and now was time to add the lights. he plugged the lights into the wall and smiled as they lit up, “how should i do this?” he looked down at the lights then back up to the fort before just tossing the light over it and gently adjusting them in places that needed adjustments.

he went to the kitchen and wanted to grab a few snacks but the snack cabinet was empty so being the lovely and caring boyfriend he is he decided to make a quick store run before he told you about the fort.

you’re still in the bed studying you heard the bumps and thumping but you just put your headphones in and tuned out jaemin you summed it up as him wanting your attention which wasn’t far from the truth.

then suddenly your phone gets a notification and it’s from jaemin, “come to the living room please” he texted but he was still typing, “and leave the laptop” you laughed at his messages then got out of bed stretching a bit before making your way into the living room.

“baby what is this?” you laugh looking at him in the fort with a fake rose in his mouth, “surprised?” “yes!” you continued laughing. “cute, but what’s with the rose?” you cross your arms raising an eyebrow and he crawled from under the fort standing up slightly towering over your, “i wanted to add a bit of sexiness.”

you smile lovingly at him shaking your head, “what’s all this for? and you went out and bought snacks? look at you!” you tease him and you can tell he’s embarrassed not in like an embarrassing way but like in a ‘stooooppp’ way.

he took your hands into his “it’s for you—us you’ve been working and studying non-stop so i wanted us, as boyfriend and girlfriend to enjoy some time together and not as roommates.” you smile at his words wrapping your arms around his neck, “ew, you’re cheesy at times but i love it and i love you.” “i love you more,” he said placing a quick kiss onto your lips before you pulled him back for another one.

“hey but when you enter our there will be NO talk about work, school and even about that time i didn’t take out the trash.” he said easing into the tent, you gently smack his bottom “jaemin shut up,” you laugh and so does he.

and you two enjoyed eachothers company with that being pillow talk and a few other things before eventually falling asleep.

“jaem you’re going to put my living room back together in the morning right?” “maybe not in the morning but yes i will eventually.” you both laugh and you snuggle against his chest listening closely to his heartbeat and steady breathing.

[archives-of-a-hidden-writer]

Something Else Entirely

Thanos / Choi Su-Bong X Nonchalant!Cold!Reader

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》 Notice: Cataloged Entry, Part: I (II) III IV

》 Summary: Where, somehow, Thanos kept choosing you over his others without hesitation more often in the 3rd game, which led to confusion and feelings to be said. |

》 Warnings: SPOILERS TO EPISODE 5 / GAME 2 AND 3, Change of story(Both during possibly after the entry), Reader is player '457', Thanos chose to recruit you instead of Se-mi and Min-su in the 2nd game, Blood, Violence, Mentions of Drug Use, Spilled Confession(He screamed it out), Shouting, Swearing, slight not-so nsfw(PDA), Reader chose 'x' twice. |

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The next day in this damned place seemed to have passed by quickly as you and other players were now being transferred and walked towards the second game. Of course, this meant yesterday's voting system ended with continuing to the second game.

You knew everyone here had decided to play the games due to their debts, but unlike them, you didn't have that much debt in you to surpass the millions like the, but you dislike the thought of spending your hard-earned money on debts you barely even recall now. So the rounded-up cash after the first round was closely enough for you, making you choose to leave the games immediately.

But, of course, that didn't happen as you all entered a new room you deciphered as where the 2nd game would occur.

As the doors you all entered from closed, the first instruction was announced. To find a team in groups of 5.

Being the unphased person you are, you just waited for someone to ask you if you can join their team. As everyone scrambled to find people to join them, you walked around the area, awaiting for someone to ask you to join them.

Of course, that happened as someone shouted your number.

"457!" A voice called out from behind. You turned to see player 230, giving you a wave. You raised an eyebrow and asked, "Want me to join you guys?" You said, turning your full body torwards them.

Player 230 nodded with a big smile, clearly ignoring the 'x' patch on your jacket. "Sure is, do you know who I am?" He replied, pointing at himself as he asked the question. You raised your eyebrow again at this, "The infamous rapper, Thanos?" You answered, earning a thumbs up from Thanos and his two friends before freestyle rapping who he was.

After that, he asked for your name, in which you gave him a nickname instead, not wanting to give out anything that much yet. He then patted my shoulder and winked at me. "Don't worry, baby. I'll protect you," he said, giving me a finger heart. I just scoffed at his action, turning away as I noticed there were only four members. But soon after that, one of Thanos' friends found another player to join.

The announcer later spoke, telling everyone about the 2nd game's mechanic, the six-legged pentathlon. The mini-games given were said out, and you looked over to your teammates as they listened before settling on who would play which game. Luckily for them, you played gonggi in the past, so that game is yours to play once your team is up.

"Okay, you good with gonggi?" Player 124, which you now know as Nam-gyu, asked, earning a nod from you. They then started picking out their own games to choose and play later.

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"Goddammit, a lot of people survived," Nam-gyu groaned as we noticed another batch of players enter the room again. All five of you finished the 2nd game, now waiting for every player to either lose or win.

You hummed in return as the thought last group entered the dormitory. You leaned back into the bunk's metal stands, deep in thought. However, it was soon diminished by Thanos slinging an arm across your shoulders.

He said your nickname and praised you for your game earlier, "You did amazing there!" Thanos exclaimed before imitating how you did in the 2nd game.

Soon, the 2nd game came to an end as the pink guards entered the room once more to announce the new amount.

You looked up at the piggy bank in the ceiling before darting back onto the screen above the pink guards, the price of money doubling its amount. To you, it was far more than enough for you.

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"457, just one more round, 'kay?" Nam-gyu said, shaking you by your shoulders as he spoke. He took notice of the red patch, but you pushed him off, your mind had already decided from the start.

Thanos, of course, noticed this and stood between you and Nam-gyu, earning a confused look from Nam-gyu, but deciding on shrugging it off as Thanos being high on his ass again.

But little by little, you've noticed how close Thanos was to you, even back at the 2nd game, he sat close to you, and even during the games, he attempted to have a hand on you from behind.

You, at first, thought of it as him on his drugs, but soon, you started thinking otherwise. And those thoughts continued further as he seemingly blocked you off from Nam-gyu's persuasions despite wanting the same thing.

The voting commenced with player 001 being the first to vote, who chose 'x' this time around. Other players were soon called one-by-one.

As it continues around the halfway mark, player 001 suddenly disrupts the players, causing a scene throughout players that inevitably pushes players to play one more round, adding things like the games are for kids and it's that easy.

You just groaned at this scene, knowing well it will not end well for those who chose 'x'.

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"... Shit..." you cursed out as you pressed 'x' with the voting barely reaching the 'o', making the games continue once again.

Of course, those who chose 'o' cheered in joy, including Nam-gyu. Meanwhile, Thanos slightly frowned, you still chose to choose to leave the game already. Knowing his gaze as well as Nam-gyu's, you decide to instead join those who also chose 'x'.

Meanwhile, on Thanos' side, Nam-gyu cursed at you as they watched you enter the bunks of the 'x's.

"... That bitch," Nam-gyu said, somehow earning a back slap from Thanos, "Oi, don't talk to them like that..." Thanos replied to him, yet still slightly upset how you didn't choose the same as them. Nam-gyu gave another look of confusion towards Thanos, he thinks he was acting a lot stranger than before, even if the excuse or reason was the drugs, it was still a little too out of character of him to act this way towards another player.

As you all do your things, the announcer sounds in to say night's out in half an hour, cue players to go, or find a relatively good bed in the bunks to sleep in.

You found a relatively good one in the middle, not too close to the middle but not too close to the walls as well as it was right next to one of the staircases in the bunks.

Soon, the lights started to dim, with players starting to cosy up under the covers of their bunks. You, as well, cosy up under the covers and sleep, escaping the world for a little while.

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Later on, you stirred for a moment as you hear footsteps towards you. You were close to the stairs, so that's that, but you couldn't help but feel like the person was coming towards you.

And then, you heard someone call your nickname, "Oi, baby, you awake?" You recognised the voice as Thanos. You groaned at him in return, "I am now, thank you very much," You retorted as you turned away from him, "Leave me alone, I know you wanted something because I chose 'x'..." You added, noticing how he always screamed for 'o' in the votes.

He scoffed at that, if only you could see the smitten look on his face as he shook his head, "Not about that, but why did you leave our group, huh?" He asked, lightly shaking your shoulder, you groaned again and yanked his hand off.

"Really? An 'x' with four 'o's, you fucking high right now? And get back to you bunk, they might notice and eliminate your drugged ass," you retorted, slightly turning towards him before you noticed him moving towards the bed above yours and looking back at you, "There, better?" He asked, elbows propping him up as he placed his head on his palms. He was lucky with the darkness hiding the smitten look on him.

You scoffed at him before attempting to go back to sleep.

As you do so, Thanos kept looking at you. Sure, he may be getting questions from his friends the next day, but did he care? Something about you kept pulling him back to you, not like what he felt towards the dead 196. No, it was entirely different. Like the drugs he took, something he can't fully get away from, but unlike the drugs, it was something he would be unable to let go of.

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The next day came by, and you awoke to see Thanos who actually slept on the bunk above yours. Damn, you thought to yourself, thinking whether this man has something towards you or he'd just like this towards new friends.

The time went by, and now you and the rest are being walked to the 3rd game with Thanos, of course, tailing behind you. Again, you were weirded out by this as his friends were somewhere else in the lines.

As you all entered the new place, a large area with 50 rooms surrounding it with a higher platform in the middle.

The 3rd game is about to begin.

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"Going to leave us again, boss?" Nam-gyu called out to Thanos, approaching the purple-haired man. Two rounds in, Nam-gyu took notice of how Thanos' first instinct after each round was to find you as you always try and find other groups than theirs.

Thanos ignored Nam-gyu and continued to look for you. Then he did. He immediately bearhugged you and ruffled your hair.

He cheered your name, saying how glad he was that you're alive like him. You replied his actions by a pat of the back, continuing to be weirded out by the noticable difference in dynamics between how he acts around you and his friends.

Soon, the carousel started to slowly spin again, along with the same music to sang out.

"3!" The announcer said. The player then started to find players to complete the said amount. You immediately got into one and ran towards one of the rooms, not noticing Thanos calling for you. With that, Thanos kicked one of his friends out before screaming towards one of the rooms.

The half a minute timer came to an end, followed by rounds of shots and screams of those who didn't manage to get into a room.

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"Fucking hell..." You cursed out, after another round, the players remained decreased as the 6th round of the game commenced, the platform below spinned slowly.

You were already exhausted from all the adrenaline and running from the previous rounds and games. You hoped this was the final round.

Meanwhile, Thanos kept a close eye on you, blatantly ignoring Nam-gyu once more, not wanting to hear another avertion coming from his friend. Of course, he noticed your exhaustion, and deep down is concerned. Even under all those drugs, he had a concern for you.

"2!" The announcer said, earning you mentally cursing at it. 50 rooms and over 100 players. If you won't die due to not being able to find a partner, then you might as well be eliminated for the inability to secure a room.

About to give out, you felt someone tug on you by the wrist and pull you out of the platform, followed by Nam-gyu's voice screaming out for Thanos. You looked to see the man, Thanos, holding your wrist as you both ran towards the rooms.

"The fuck- Hey!" You called out, but it was unheard as other players ran to get into their own rooms.

"What the fuck-!?" You cursed out, trying to free your wrist as you both entered one of the rooms. He finally lets go of you, "The hell is really wrong with you?!" You cursed out, "You've acting weird this entire time. The hell are you on 'cause that's not drugs," you added, extremely confused and weirded out by his actions. He remained silent. Only the sounds of players outside could be heard.

He mustered something but you couldn't quite hear it, "What was that?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, I said what-" "Because I love you for fuck's sake!" Thanos let out, grabbing your shoulders and shaking, "God, every since! Just... Something in you are different, and it makes me insane!" He said.

Like the drugs he took, something he can't fully get away from, but unlike the drugs, it was something he would be unable to let go of.

You stared at him in slight shock, "What...?" You asked, wondering if you heard that right.

"Dammit, I fucking love you, alright? You're fucking intoxicating," he replied, lowering his head as if ashamed of the words that spilled his mouth.

Finally understanding his words, you tapped his cheek, making him look back at you before giving a small smile at him.

Forgetting the world around us, the door unlocked as the game finished. Slightly relieved at this, you looked back at Thanos before giving him a peck on the lips, ignoring the slight tang of iron from the blood that splattered on his face from previous games.

You exited the room after that, leaving the jaw-dropped man in the room as you attempted to blend back in the remaining players.

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As your entered the dormitory once again, you felt someone tackle you once more, slinging an arm around your shoulder as he pulled you close.

"You shouldn't have left me like that, baby!" He whined, pulling you towards his original place in the bunks on the other side. You slightly felt a bit out of place considering your patch and the players surrounding you, but Thanos soon pushed those feelings away as he proudly exclaimed you at his friends, earning glances at Nam-gyu that speaks "So that's why he was acting like that," before nodding.

Soon, another voting would commence, but now getting close to Thanos, you wondered if you could continue this without him dying because of another game.

Now you have another reason to leave the games entirely.

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》 Archiver's Notes: As the winner of the voting log with no more than 2% more than another option, a continuation entry is done for the chaotic purple-haired man, Thanos.

[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

< ... >

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 ^

[jellykyunnie]

Comfort

・┆✦ Entry : 005 ✦ ┆・

You're crying again, why is that? Come here, I''ll listen.

Ah, you had an influx of luck? Isn't that a good thing?

No? Why not?

Suddenly you're thrown all these frustrations? You're hopeless?

I see...

You don't want to hear me encouraging you, right?

It's okay

You can cry as much as you need

Do you have to hate the stars? The stars are pretty.

Hm? But such pretty things have wronged you over and over?

You feel as if the world itself is playing a huge prank on you?

You dont have to feel so useless, you dont have to be so critical of yourself

Dont say that, don't say that if getting blessed it means you're about to be slapped by something

Don't reject the good things, don't push away the prettiest things in this world.

If something good happens, accept them. It doesnt always mean that just because something good happens you will be punished.

You're just having the gloomiest days. It's alright.

It's fine, you're in my arms. You're alright, we're alright. I'm here, okay? Just listen to my heartbeat, follow my breathing.

If I could, I would take away all your pain.

But I can't

So I'll keep you right here in my arms

As long as you need me, whenever you need me.

I'll be here for you.

It'll be alright.

It'll be fine.

I'm right here.

You're not alone.

My pretty little thing, don't be so sad anymore. Jinwoo is here.

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[imsuperhungry]

4 𝙖𝙢 (entry 005)

"𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨,

𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨"

WARNINGS: Mild Yandere Themes, Cussing, Mentions Of Blood, Mental Breakdown, I made reader sound kinda weak here...

WORD COUNT: 2202

(11:34, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ)

You could hardly distinguish whether the violent shivering that seized your body stemmed from the merciless bite of the wind or the crushing weight of the news Ashley had just unleashed upon you. All that mattered now was the desperate journey back to the cabin—where, despite the unsettling truth that clung to you like a shadow, the familiar embrace of warmth would provide a fleeting, comforting illusion of safety

When Ashley and Chris told you about Josh’s death, it felt as though the world stopped in its tracks, a heavy silence pressing into the conversation. You struggled to process the crushing weight of the moment, unable to fully grasp the magnitude of your situation. Not only had you lost the two girls you had come to think of as sisters over the years, but now, you had lost your “brother” as well.

Ashley’s panicked rambling continued after she told you about Josh’s death, but you couldn’t bring yourself to listen. Your mind was too consumed with thoughts of him. Josh—he had lost both of his biological sisters, and now, he had died on the same mountain as them. The guilt that had already been gnawing at you from the prank gone wrong with Hannah now felt like a crushing weight, multiplying with every passing second. You cursed yourself for not somehow intervening, for not magically saving Josh, even though deep down, you knew there was nothing you could have done to prevent it.

What you didn’t know was that when Matt and Emily were also informed of the killer on the mountain, something strange settled deep in their chests. It was as though a switch had flipped in both of them, a primal instinct that surged in different ways. For Emily, the feeling was overpowering, like a compulsion she couldn’t fight—a desperate, almost obsessive drive to protect you from whatever danger loomed ahead. It took hold of her quickly, like a parasite, consuming her thoughts and actions. Her sole objective was clear: get you out, and damn everyone else.

Matt’s reaction, though similarly intense, was more complicated. Along with the protective instinct, there was an undercurrent of something darker—a twisted excitement. Of course, the deaths of your friends should have been a cause for grief, not something to feel exhilarated about, but Matt couldn’t suppress the feeling that protecting you, being your knight in shining armor, might somehow redeem him in ways he hadn’t fully admitted to himself. And as the realization sank in, an internal, wicked grin spread across his face.

Matt quickly wiped the grin from his face, the reality of the situation crashing down on him. There was no time to waste.

You snapped out of your trance and turned to Emily, suddenly aware of the tears streaming down your face. You hadn’t even noticed them until the cold liquid trickled down your neck, the weight of everything finally breaking through.

You gripped Emily's shoulders tightly, desperate to make her understand the urgency in your voice. "Em— we, fuck... we have to find the others!" Your words were strained, the weight of everything pressing down on you. You couldn’t bear the thought of losing anyone else. The weeks you’d spent in bed, drowning in grief over Hannah and Beth’s deaths, had already broken you. You couldn’t go through that again—couldn’t handle another loss, not like this.

She rolled her eyes as she placed her hands atop of yours. “Mike and Jess are off 69’ing each other, and only god knows where Sam is.”

Her words confused you. Where was the urgency? You turned to where Matt, Chris, and Ashley stood, expecting to see the same desperation on their faces, but to your bewilderment, none of them seemed particularly keen on finding the others. It was as though the gravity of the situation hadn’t quite sunk in for them, or worse—they simply didn't care.

“She might be in the lodge!” you said, turning back to Emily, your voice sharp with urgency.

You locked eyes with her, and for a moment, it felt like the weight of everything was there between you. God damn it, how could she say no?

She felt the familiar rush of guilt flood through her, remembering the dumb prank, the one that still haunted her. She remembered the frantic voicemail attempts, her calls going unanswered, and the sick feeling in her stomach as she drove to your house, only to find your phone left forgotten in another room, the tear stains on your walls and, most painfully, your face. It hit her like a punch to the gut. She knew why you were crying—everyone did. Ever since the police had announced the girls as missing, no one had heard from you for weeks.

And now, here you were, pleading with her to help, as if there was any other choice.

With reluctance, Emily finally nodded, agreeing to help. She could see the panic in your eyes, the raw desperation, and it tugged at something deep inside her. The sight of you in any kind of pain—whether mental or physical—made her stomach turn, like a sickness she couldn’t shake. She hated seeing you like this, hated that it was even happening.

“Fine…” she starts “Fine, you’re right, but if there really is some maniac running around killing people on this mountain, we need to get help.”

And just like that, a weight was lifted off your chest. The situation was still bleak, the darkness of it all hanging over you like a storm cloud, but something shifted. You knew searching for the others would be harrowing—nothing short of dreadful—but with Emily by your side, there was a sliver of hope, however small.

Matt, however, was still uncertain about the situation. While the "knight in shining armor" fantasy still played out vividly in his mind, a darker, more protective side of him gnawed at him. He hated the idea of you being in any form of danger—whether it was something as trivial as a tiny paper cut or something far worse, like searching for the others on a dark, freezing mountain with wild animals and a killer lurking nearby. His instincts screamed at him to keep you safe, to pull you away from it all, but he also knew he couldn’t let you go through this alone. Still, the conflict inside him was palpable, the desire to shield you fighting against his need to be the hero.

He grabbed your shoulder, his grip firm, and opened his mouth to speak. "Hey, don't you think—"

But before he could finish, Emily was quick to cut him off, her voice sharp and final. “Why are we still talking about this!? Let’s go!” she shouted, her frustration bubbling to the surface.

With that, the conversation was over. No more hesitation, no more arguments. Emily turned on her heel, and without waiting for a response, she started moving. Matt followed along with her, but you decided to stay with Chris and Ashley, figuring that since they had witnessed Josh’s death, their experience might push them to be more helpful—more driven to find the others. After everything that had happened, you needed people who would act, not just follow.

Both Matt and Emily walked down the hill, their figures slowly disappearing into the frigid night, swallowed up by the darkness. You stood frozen for a moment, staring after them, the cold biting at your skin as you watched their silhouettes fade away.

A knot formed in your chest, the uneasy feeling of being separated from them weighing heavily on your mind. You didn’t know where they were going, or what their next move was, and that uncertainty gnawed at you.

Praying to whoever might be listening—if anyone at all—you silently begged that they, along with the others, would make it through this night. That somehow, by the end of it all, everyone would be safe. The thought of losing anyone else was too much to bear, and you clung to that fragile hope, even as the dark woods around you seemed to close in, relentless and unforgiving.

You were suddenly twirled around, your body spun by a pair of hands gripping you from behind. They pushed you in the opposite direction, the unexpected force taking you off balance. You would’ve been taken completely by surprise, but then you heard Chris’s voice behind you, steady and firm, and felt Ashley beside you, her presence grounding you.

"Come on," Chris urged, his grip tightening as he gently pulled you along. "We can’t waste time.”

As you began the walk, you let them push you forward, your body moving like a ragdoll, limp and heavy with sorrow. Each step felt like dragging yourself through thick mud, your mind weighed down by the thought of Josh. Josh, oh, Josh. Just being on his property—the place that had once felt like a second home—was enough to make your chest tighten with grief. It was all too much. You wanted to scream, to wail like a toddler who had been torn from something they loved, to let the tears flow freely, but you couldn’t. Not here. Not now.

You walked in silence with Chris and Ashley until you reached the cabin, each step heavy, each breath colder than the last. The familiar sight of the place only deepened the ache in your chest. The second the door creaked open, you didn’t hesitate. You darted inside, your feet carrying you up the stairs before Chris or Ashley could say a word.

Without a thought, you made a beeline for the bathroom—the one you last remembered Sam entering for her bath. The door was ajar, the space still smelling faintly of soap and steam, though the warmth that had once filled it was now long gone.

You stood there for a moment, taking in the empty room, the silence settling around you like a suffocating weight. The bathtub, still wet from Sam’s last use, felt like a dagger driven deep into your chest.

You pulled yourself together, your breath shaky, and sauntered out of the bathroom, moving aimlessly through the cabin. You passed by the guest rooms, pausing at the second bathroom, and then forced yourself into Hannah and Beth’s rooms. You’d sworn to yourself that you wouldn’t enter either of them tonight—not after everything.

Hannah’s room was eerily untouched, her belongings scattered in the same way they had been before the prank. Beth’s room, though, was different. The bed was unmade, the scent of her perfume still faint in the air, and it all felt so painfully real.

Sam was gone.

It became too much for your body to handle. The suffocating grief, the weight of all the loss, had exhausted you in a way you couldn’t describe—a new, unfamiliar kind of emptiness that left you hollowed out, barely able to breathe. Sam, Josh, Hannah, Beth... The names echoed in your mind like a cruel chant, and somewhere deep inside, you almost wished you could be next. Just to escape this endless cycle of pain.

Before you could stop yourself, your knees buckled, and you collapsed onto the ground, the cool wood pressing against your skin as your sobs wracked through your body. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. Your chest heaved with each scratchy, ragged breath, the sound raw and broken. The sobs were too deep to stifle, too powerful to suppress. Your body shook uncontrollably, every tear that spilled feeling like a new weight added to the crushing burden you already carried.

There was no way to escape it. No way to stop. The grief, the guilt, the overwhelming sense of loss—it consumed you. It was all you could do to let the tears flow, to let the sobs shake you to your core, hoping that maybe, just maybe, the pain would eventually start to fade. But deep down, you knew it wouldn’t. Not anytime soon.

Josh’s gaze flickered through the screens, his feet propped up on the table beside the sprawling array of monitors. He watched as you began your slow descent into despair, each moment an agonizing unraveling of the person he once knew. You were like a delicate flower wilting under the relentless weight of sorrow, sobbing on the unforgiving, rough-hewn wooden floor. The sight twisted in Josh’s gut, a bitter pang of helplessness striking every chord in his body.

Faking his death had clearly left its mark on you, and in a twisted, perverse way, that fact brought him a strange sense of satisfaction. It was obvious how deeply you cared for him—your breakdown over his “death” spoke volumes—and knowing that his own feelings were returned brought him a happiness nothing else could match.

Yet, even amidst the happiness, a shadow of sadness lingered. He couldn’t bear to see you like this—none of the others who had once filled the cabin could. To him, you were his little bumblebee, and you deserved nothing less than joy, far from the weight of any negative emotions.

He reached out to you through the screen, his hand moving gently as if to stroke your hair—a fragile attempt to comfort your trembling, tear-streaked form sprawled across the floor.

“Just wait, petal, I'll be back soon.”

[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

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Shown flags ; Webhorric & Marnetic

[se-sissy-lina04]

Sissy’s Masterlist:

Zee’s Balcony Diaries: Vol. I

“Field Notes from CT-Cassa”

—As transcribed from a civilian perched two stories above clone-induced chaos.

[Entry 001: The Thirstening]

Observed: Clone Battalion 212th

Time: 0900 hours

Temperature: Too damn hot

Subject Boil has entered the “ritualistic coping” phase of dehydration. Shirtless, sunburned, and knee-deep in flowerpots, he appears to be either summoning water spirits or experiencing heat-induced dissociation. His partner, Waxer, has given up and is misting the plants while whispering apologies.

Notable quote:

Boil: “If we believe in the rain hard enough, the rain will believe in us.”

I sip my citrus fizz. My pool is a lovely 22 degrees.

[Entry 002: The 501st Goes Feral]

Time: 1120 hours

Warning signs: Chalk art, shouting, musical accompaniment

Fives has begun leading what appears to be a one-man interpretive dance titled “The Fall of the Last Ice Cube.” Jesse plays somber notes on an out-of-tune harmonica. Hardcase is digging a trench in the flowerbeds with a spoon. For water? For spite? Unknown.

They are all sunburned. I offer sunscreen. They refuse it.

Fives (yelling up at me): “You sit on your pool of smugness while we ROT, Zee!”

I remind him that all this could be over if they just go to the store and buy water. He weeps into the window box.

[Entry 003: The 104th Stay Silent. Too Silent.]

Time: 1400 hours

Location: The Wolf Den (aka Floor 10)

The 104th are no longer speaking. They perform slow, synchronized laps around the building in full armor. I suspect it’s either endurance training or a silent protest against reality. Wolffe stares up at me once and I feel judged.

I lower my parasol slightly. Just in case.

[Entry 004: The Coruscant Guard Have Snapped]

Time: 1535 hours

Temperature: “Surface-of-Mustafar”-adjacent

Fox has constructed a hydration checkpoint out of traffic cones and a borrowed droid head. He demands identification and proof of moisture. Thorn just handed me a ticket for “excessive visible smugness.”

Fox: “This is a dry zone. Civvies flaunting fluids will be cited.”

I hand him a bottle of sparkling water. He growls and walks into the wall.

[Entry 005: I Am Become Oasis]

Time: 1700 hours

Disaster imminent

Clone consensus has solidified: I am their new deity.

Wrecker calls me “Lady Hydration.”

Tup knelt and whispered, “Grant us a drop, oh cool-footed one.”

I told them to go to the store.

They hissed.

Closing Notes:

This building is one broken water main away from full mythological collapse. I’m preparing a ritual offering of iced tea and a passive-aggressive sticky note reading:

“Water: Available at market price. 50 credits. Comes with sarcasm.”

God help them if the AC ever fails.

[boyfhee]

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POKEDEX 005: Charmeleon

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+005: Tetris Forever is marketing disguised as a documentary

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The latest in Digital Eclipse’s game/documentary hybrids, Tetris Forever presents a view of history that omits so much it’s nearly historical revisionism. Ironically, for a documentary about a Soviet export, Tetris Forever is more concerned with its capitalist success than anything else. 

Multiple chapters are spent on the saga of Henk Rogers’ acquisition of the rights to the game, the business deals that led to its financial success, and the total ownership that the Tetris Company finally achieved.

Rogers talks about buying out the remains of the Soviet ministry of computer technology, shutting down a successful Tetris clone keychain, taking ownership of Bombliss from designer--and Pokemon founder--Tsunekazu Ishihara, and it's presented as if they were inspirational stories, not ruthless business decisions. He even adds that he paid Ishihara 100 Yen per unit, “because it was the right thing to do”, even though he legally didn’t need to.

Tetris Forever’s narrative is not the story of Tetris, but the Tetris Company. It’s a story of great men doing great things, mythmaking for people who have very literally already bought in. You can see it in the collection’s roster of games, which only includes titles developed by Bullet Proof Software, games that Rogers had a hand in directly, and are outright owned by the Tetris Company.

For as much as they hype up the Game Boy as a key to the Tetris’ worldwide success, its absence leaves a gaping hole in what’s supposed to be a historical collection. Even if it's already well known to many, its absence makes it hard to take Tetris Forever seriously as a historical archive. 

Alongside Tengen Tetris, which they fought a protracted legal battle to bury, and NES Tetris, which has exploded in popularity recently with a number of world records, a growing competitive scene and a recreation in Tetris Effect, there’s several milestone releases that are not only not playable, but not given little focus in the documentary. 

The greatest of these omissions is easily SEGA Tetris. While Tetris dominated the console space in the West, SEGA’s arcade entry was highly influential in Japan, becoming the de facto representative of the series there, spinning off into competitive entries, and becoming the groundwork for several fan games of the time, and eventually Tetris the Grand Master. 

Together with TGM, SEGA Tetris would play a huge part in defining the “feel” of Tetris. Mechanics like lock delay, ghost pieces and wall kicks were created here, in arcades, then rolled into the official Tetris Guideline, the blueprint of what a modern Tetris game should look like. Rogers himself has said as much in other interviews. 

In leaving out those entries, Tetris Forever buries a slew of other stories. The stories of how a collaboration between ex-Street Fighter devs and Japanese comedians would change the series forever, how feedback from an office lady led to a game defining mechanic, and how the game would make an international name for itself years after its release due to streaming. 

Instead SEGA Tetris is limited to a single paragraph, a short video of Tetsuya Mizuguchi talking about watching it in arcades, and a summary basically saying “it’s influential” TGM and Arika are given even less, with the only comment being that TGM is known for its speed. It’s about the same level of attention as they give to the times they made Tetris cabinets that were REALLY BIG. 

And where are the stories of the NES game champions? THe ridiculous limitations that make the NES version uniquely difficulty to play, the absurd techniques that players developed to get around the physical limitations of the controller they play with? 

Where are the showcases of speedruns and high level competition? Why aren’t there interviews with the devs of different titles, like the experimental N64 entries from H2O Entertainment, or the composer of the CDI Tetris? Digital Eclipse had a chance to showcase the diversity of people and ideas that have touched Tetris, but all of that is barely mentioned, if at all. 

Licensing was surely a factor here, but as Tetris Forever points out, the Tetris Company has fought many battles over rights. Why stop when it's time to tell your story? 

Instead what we get itls historical revisionism by exclusion. A story canonizing what we already know, and leaving out the contributions of the many hands that have touched the game in the decades since its success. 

Tetris Forever would have you believe that's Tetris’ success is the story of Alexi Pajitnov discovering a diamond, and Henk Rogers convincing everyone it was valuable. But a gem's value isn't in its raw material but the refining process--something I'm sure the son of a gem merchant like Rogers would know.

Tetris’ refinements have come as a result of decades of community contributions. From fans making works in both official and unofficial capacities. Tetris is the story of a conversation between a game and its players. It's a cultural phenomenon built by many hands. 

Perhaps, comrades, that's the real legacy of what they once called THE SOVIET MIND GAME.

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