#morse code translation

[agony-below-the-code]

NOBODY CARES, LOSER

(Note: all translations are copied exactly, any mistakes are mistakes present in the source)

[bluukive]

T.H.I.N.K

warnings - mdni, angst, Mandela Catalog inspired, Gojo turns into an alternate/he's been replaced, body horror, psychological manipulation, guns, sụicide mentions, implication of sụicide

wc - 1.4k

an - I don't recommend reading this if you struggle with anything in the warnings. Credits to Alex Kister for creating my fave piece of horror media and credits to lunarelles on IG for the banner

“This is a message for the citizens of Mandela County.”

Gojo was sprawled on the floor, and you were behind him on the couch with both legs dangling off of his broad shoulders. A hand curled into his white locks in an attempt to soothe—- you, him…both of you? You didn’t know, and it didn’t work. 

“If you see a person with biologically impossible characteristics, run away and hide.”

“Y’ever realise how weird it’s gotten? In this county, I mean. It’s too quiet,” Gojo murmurs, face impassive and illuminated by the static of the TV before you both.

“If you see another person that looks identical to you, run away and hide.”

Gojo’s voice was casual, as if he was trying to make light of the current situation. "Everyone’s acting weird, going missing… I don’t know. I don’t like it.”

“Refrain from any kind of communication—”

A sigh left the taller man's lips. Neither of you were listening to the broadcast, too busy reminiscing of the lost days where you could trust your own minds. 

“DO NOT REVEAL YOUR FEARS. They CAN and WILL be used against you.”

“I just miss the old times. I’m scared of being replaced,” his voice drops lower as he leans his head back into your hands. You couldn’t blame him, but silence met his ears. What could you even say to him? You decided to leave him where he was and go to bed.

“Know your place in reality.”

The TV flickered once, twice, before its light fizzled out into darkness. Gojo stood by the TV for the remainder of the night.

“Kill yourself. There’s not enough room for the two of us.” 

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The house you shared with Gojo was cold. That was what woke you up the next morning. It was the kind of cold that crawled under your skin and welded your joints together with a painful stiffness.

It was also quiet. Too quiet—unusual, considering that by now, Gojo would’ve been hollering from the kitchen for you to wake up and hand-feed him pancakes. But he wasn’t.

You rubbed your bleary eyes, wincing at the way your muscles screamed in protest at the slightest movement. But closing your eyes again felt wrong. The creeping sensation that the space around you was both occupied and observed made you shudder—like your body hadn’t caught up with the fact that your presence had already been overwritten. You shrugged off the feeling—maybe to your own detriment, and made your way out of the bedroom with the distinct awareness of eyes lingering on you every step of the way.

Gojo’s room was empty when you passed by. Strange, but maybe he’d felt the cold too. When you peered into the kitchen, he was already sitting there. Two bowls of cereal rested on the dining table. Untouched. No spoons.

He was too still for your liking. You weren’t even sure if he was breathing.

With a hesitant tap to his shoulder, you whispered his name.

Gojo didn’t react at first—his body tense, shoulders squared. There was no obvious hostility radiating off of him, but everything about him felt… off.

Then—

“Oh, hi. Didn’t see you there,” he said in a voice that wasn’t quite right. It sounded like someone playing a recording, his mouth just a fraction of a second out of sync.

And that fraction didn’t escape you.

“Why are you just sitting here, you weirdo?” you asked with a weak smile, nudging his shoulder lightly. Gojo craned his neck up to look at you. A smile formed on his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. His neck moved too far. It stretched unnaturally.

It took everything in you not to react.

“Sleep well?” he asked, beginning to eat his cereal with a spoon that—hadn’t been there before. Gojo raised his arm, dragging the utensil to his mouth like it weighed a hundred pounds.

Another smile. One with too many teeth.

You lied as you sat across from him, palms clammy, gaze fixed firmly on anything but him. “I slept fine, I guess. You?”

“I don’t sleep. Not when you’re gone,” Gojo said. His hands paused mid-air before lowering slowly, unnaturally. Like marionette strings loosening.

“The fuck do you mean by that?” you huffed, squinting your eyes and trying not to betray your increasing dread. He sounded like Gojo—he even acted like Gojo, spouting some bizarre statement like always. But your eyes weren’t lying to you.

“Oh, you know. You close your eyes, and you’re just… gone. I don’t like it when you do that.”

…

“Yeaaah, you’re definitely weird today, haha.” A nervous laugh bubbled up in your throat, blood rushing to your head far too quickly. “Just gonna… excuse myself.”

You couldn’t bear to be in the same room as that.

With a faux grin stretched across your face, you got up and headed back to your room—your last safe place.

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The T.H.I.N.K principle. That was all you could think as the days went by. Praying didn’t work. After all, how could you seek solace from a God who had been replaced one of them? 

T - Tell an authority figure about your encounter H - Hinder the alternate's movement I - Identify the class type N - Neutralize the alternate (If safe to do so) K - Know your place in reality

The cold remained in your house, a place that no longer felt like home. It didn’t leave, and neither did ‘Gojo’. His laughter still bounced around the building. He would hum songs, ones that didn’t exist. He’d freeze in place, head bent at an unnatural angle as the memories of what once was began to fade away.

You weren’t blind. It was all an act meant to charm, meant to persuade you that, yes, everything was okay. Nothing had changed, and Gojo was still the man you came to love all those years ago. 

Except he wasn’t.

The last week was draining as you carried out a covert observation, all whilst mourning the loss of the original Gojo. It was agonising— quiet, choked sobs filling the increasingly hostile atmosphere of your bedroom when the sun had set. You had to accept it. He was gone, replaced. All by a type 1 doppelgänger— an exact replica of him consisting of the slightest of flaws that gives his cursed nature away. 

You sat there on your bed, door locked firmly shut as you thought back to the change in behaviours. The breakdown was rapid— seemingly harmless behaviours increasing in sheer absurdity to the point where your own safety was compromised. Gojo’s fingers twitched more frequently at first. His pupils stopped responding to light. Within days, Gojo stopped blinking all together, eyes refusing to dry out.  

That… thing, was wearing his skin. And he was staring at you from outside of his body. 

A heavy weight sat beside you, the metal cold as it served as a silent reminder of what you must do in the worst case (and rapidly approaching) scenario. Neutralise the alternate. 

But a cooing voice brought you out of your thoughts. You sat up straight, eyes flitting to your bedroom door. It sat slightly ajar, the hallway outside pitch-black.

Didn’t you lock it? 

It was as if all oxygen had been choked out of your body. You swallowed, heart seeming to thump steadily in your throat. 

“Open the do-door! I h-haa-have a sur-surprise for y-ou-you!”

A singular eye between the crack of the door came into view.

Then two

Three.

Four.

Five. 

Six blue eyes. 

Six blue eyes that were fixated solely on you. You shrieked, hands fumbling for the gun. Hold it like he taught you to. 

“Ge— get away from me, what are you?!” 

Tears dripped freely from your eyes, blurring your view as you held out the gun in front of you. Both arms shook violently, skewing your aim before you slumped against the bed in defeat. Had you been praying to the one you sought an escape from unknowingly?

“I ha-have a pres-pre-present for yo-you!”

No one was coming to help.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there on the bed, knees tucked to your chest and fingers wrapped around the cool steel. But you were definitely sitting there long enough for those tears to disappear the longer its voice called out of you. The only thing you felt now was acceptance. 

No one was coming to help. 

“I’m ending things on my terms, you bastard,” you hissed, picking up the gun once more. 

BANG!

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Uh-oh! Bad decision, y/n!

[mekkyz-dubz]

"Didn't You Hear"

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[lollygaggingloser]

Nuru and Yong watched as Varian and Hugo argued again.

Nuru: So how long do you think it will be until they just kiss eachother and get over their silly squabbles?

Yong: That depends. Accidentally kiss or for real kiss? Cause they've already accidentally kissed and that only made them argue more. As for a for real kiss, that would have to wait until one of them realizes they like the other. Neither knows their own feelings yet, but I think Varian's closest to it.

Nuru (surprised): Have you been keeping track of their interactions?

Yong (nodding): It's been a long journey, and until you joined, I've only had Ruddiger and Olivia to make bets on who makes the first move. You wanna join?

Nuru: ...what are the current bets?

Yong: Olivia bets that Hugo will save Varian's life at some point and Varian will confess his feelings. Ruddiger bets Hugo will mess up our journey and apologize to Varian which will include his confession.

Nuru (thinking): Hugo does seem unreliable, but he's also saved you during the last trial.

Yong: Which makes both bets possible.

Nuru: What's yours?

Yong: I bet that they will have a big argument. Bigger than this one. And they will resolve it with a for real kiss.

Nuru (taking out a small handful of coins): They do like to argue...okay, I have my bet then. I bet these two will drag this on for so long that neither will confess until we make it to the eternal library.

Yong (writing down the bet and adding Nuru's coins to a bag containing more coins, shiny knick knacks, and apples): The winner gets the pot. And ties equally share it.

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For some strange reason, Varian and Hugo found that their teammates were adamant they be told exactly what happened in the eternal library at the end of their journey. The two did their best to explain how grand the library was and how meeting Varian's mother was a surprising and terrifying experience, but they weren't interested in those details. Instead, they were interested in how they reconciled and emerged out of the library as a couple. By the end of their explanation, Hugo and Varian were blushing from the embarrassment of it all.

The most confusing part was after telling their story, Nuru, Yong, Ruddiger, and Olivia were found splitting up the items in a brown bag that consisted of some coins, trinkets, and apples between each other. When Varian asked Yong what that was all about, he only answered.

"All of us made the correct bet."

[agony-below-the-code]

OKAY? NOBODY CARES

(Note: all translations are copied exactly, any mistakes are mistakes present in the source)

[evtsev]

AGPC_DVD_140625.

B&W ver.

[louthinking]

I’m so so so so so so late but happy Valentines Day!!!💕💕

[asktheritochampion]

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[lemondoddle]

Unbelievable

Password: DIONARAP

[exnoiafork]

mayhaps... rescued sopping wet cat (wind up doll) ghostwalker x reader ?? queer platonic ofc...

btw if you wanted the whole 'he feels again' for the plot or whatever here it is !!

(sorry for keeping on asking you to do x reader but our interpretations... we love reading them sm & seeing how people interpret our stuff /gen)

-hexx 🌀

rescued tired sopping on medicine wet cat x reader (platonic)

★ you always loved exploring ancient sfoth deity stuff. say, lord firebrand’s temple! you always got to see the wonderful sights there, with a tour guide of course.

★ though.. you also visited those like abandoned old temples or something like that . they WERE creepy and seemed like they were haunted, but it’s good learning about demon history!

★ one day.. you stumbled upon this . like. old temple thing! you forgot where it was but it was an ancient temple full of diagrams of spirits. you assumed it belonged to ghostwalker because.. spirit diagrams..

★ you also saw a.. weird.. looking.. doll., thingy.. it looked creepy. it sent shivers down your [BLEEEEP] spine. it looked like those dolls you see in horror games.

★ but you have zero survival instincts . so you approach the wind up doll..

★ the doll looks at you and says hi. he introduced himself as.. “ghostwalker”!

★ you were shocked. that’s an understatement actually.. you were.. astounded. Flabbergasted. you thought deities had better temples than this! you mean like..

★ yeah.. they definitely have better temples then this. but considering the state of ghostwalker, you can’t help but worry.

★ you walk over to him and ask if he’s okay. he told you to not worry and he was taking “medicine”. deities need to take medicine?..

★ you can’t help but.. wonder.. deities are gentle to mortals? yes, this is only one deity, however.. he feels.. too nice . you’re just a mortal! whatever, you decide to at least to try and help him, whether he thinks you’re inferior or not.

★ .. / .-.. --- ...- . / - .-. .- ..- -- .- - .. --.. . -.. / .--. . --- .--. .-.. . ★

★ ghostwalker just let you sit down while he was, and I quote, “repairing himself”. you have no idea what that means but you hope it doesn’t mean anything to.. worsen his conditions.

★ he felt the same as you. aren’t mortals supposed to be scared of deities? he doesn’t see mortals as weak as his other siblings seem to but.. is this how mortals show empathy to each other? despite having no power over anything at all, they still hold onto what they have.

★ that’s what he admires about you. your ability to hold on to everything you have.. without being extremely avid for your own personal gain. wait until bro hears about capitalism lmao

★ oh come on.. quite the thinking ghostwalker. they’re just a normal mortal.

★ he starts to.. open up little things about himself to you. about how he’s “a doctor” and stuff like that. maybe he’s being too trusting.. but.. he could always—-

★ “ y’know, mortals rely on other mortals. you don’t need to rely on me, but.. you can trust me with little bits! “ ★

[palm-tree-21]

HOW ARE YALL THINKING THIS UP

[many-gay-magpies]

still fondly remember the one time in sky when i found this one player's shared memory scavenger hunt inviting as many people as possible to attend the aurora concert at a specific time and date to make it more like the original concert experience (this was before the encore concerts), and beside each and every message, was a shared memory from, presumably, this player's friend, rick-rolling everyone in morse code. i truly treasure the moment of epiphany when i plugged the messages into a morse code translation site and realized what was going on

[watchfuleyed]

finally fully figuring out both the morse code and hidden letter messages for both parts of remnants gotta be the most satisfying procrastination activity I’ve ever done

[cordiesdiecomesback]

((OPEN RP!!!))

As Raul Menendez began to look up at the stars in the beautiful night sky, he began to smell some smoke…

Raul began to stand up and follow the smoke, something was calling him to it. As he walked, he began to walk faster as he heard laughing.

Very familer laughing…

“Hahahaha~! Raul! Hurry up! You promised you wouldn’t leave me alone!”

The voice made him stop in his tracks.

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“No… no that can’t be I have to be mistaken-!”

“Raul!!! Raul are you out there!?”

“No— no… that has to be someone else it CANT be her…” he mumbled under his breath, “That woman must be talking about someone else…”

He began to run when the ghostly voice of his dear dead sister echoed from a certain direction.

“JOSEFINA!!! JOSEFINA IM COMING!”

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He yelled out into the woods as he ran, eventually coming to a stop when he is then faced with the back of a woman… a woman with long brown hair, … and a yellow dress…

Raul thought that he was hallucinating for a moment, but the warmth of the fire… the crackled of it… all of it was real. He could see it— feel it even. So he stepped closer…

“Josefina please—“

He touches her shoulder and when she turns her head… she laughs….

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“Hermano! Come! Sit with me!”

She pats the spot next to her on the log,

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Raul takes his eyes off of her for only just a couple of seconds to sit down, but when he looks back at where she was…

She was gone…

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“J- Josefina…!? JOSEFINA!!??!”

He looked all around him, nobody was there. There was no trace of her to be seen.

And so he sits down, alone. Again. Just as he has been for the past 50+ years since the only family he had left, the only person ever truly important to him, disappeared from his life forever.

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[totheactualschizos]

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[cookiecandychocolateyummylol]

Annie’s furry/animal form (don’t be weird about this)

WARNING FOR BLOOD UNDER THE CUT ‼️

Randomly got the idea to try making my own Analog Horror series but I don’t have the time and motivation