#whywhywhywhywhywhyWHYWHYWHY

[shrimploverrr]

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[knifenolife]

what happened what happened WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WHY AM I FEELING THINGS WHATS HAPPENING

[silphiumandrue]

aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh

oh gods

[unamzi]

I LIED!!!! THIS IS THE ACTUAL FINAL ONE CHUCKLENUT!!!!

Paint.

Ever since he'd made that painting, that was all he'd wanted to do.

Paint the outside, paint himself.

Paint himself.

He needed to paint himself.

He grabbed a paintbrush.

When had he gotten in front of a canvas?

Oh, he was painting. Yes.

As he was supposed to.

Dark, dark, and darker yet.

Then it.

The painting.

Left.

It's canvas.

How?

Why?

It approached.

He stepped back.

No, this wasn't right. Paintings were supposed to stay inside their canvases.

It left.

It was pulled out.

He felt a bit..

He..

He needed to paint.

He couldn't let it be alive again.

He.

Fear.

Yes. He was fearful.

He couldn't let it be alive.

He painted. Gave it a different form.

It climbed out.

It was pulled out.

No.

Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong-

He tried again.

It looked so tired.

It was pulled out.

Again.

Disgust, anger.

It was pulled out.

He felt..

He.

Paint.

It tried giving him a part of itself.

No. Wrong, so wrong. This wasn't supposed to happen.

It took it's pieces back.

It left.

It was pulled out.

Paint. Paint more.

He was helpless.

It crawled out.

It was pulled out.

He was in pain.

It crawled out.

It was pulled out.

Wrong wrong wrong-

No.

Had to succeed.

Had to.

Hhad to.

Yes.

Once more.

It crawled out.

It was pulled out.

It left.

No.

Wrong.

Faces.

He always gave them faces.

If they didn't have a face, nothing would be pulled out, right?

Yes.

He painted.

No face.

Empty.

Perfect.

It crawled out.

Nothing was pulled out.

Nothing was pulled out.

It was angry.

Why?

It was the only one that hadn't been a complete failure.

The only one that hadn't stolen from him.

The only one that hadn't made his mind so empty.

That didn't make him feel so numb while painting.

Yes.

It hadn't stolen anything.

Oh, when had he gotten so close to the canvas?

He was getting pushed.

Why?

Why why why why whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy?

Something around his arm. Pulling.

He was.

Oh.

He was moving.

It was so empty in his mind.

So silent.

He could barely think.

Barely comprehend.

He was so numb.

He.

He felt..

Numb.

Almost everything had been pulled out of him.

He didn't know if it was possible to have it back.

Maybe his body would make it back.

Maybe not.

He just felt so numb.

No point in thinking.

Pulling.

Ripping.

No.

It was stealing from him.

Why?

No.

No no no no no.

Empty.

He could barely see.

Black. White.

Paint.

He could see paint.

Leaving.

Wearing his face.

Trapped.

Empty.

Blind.

[titan-god-helios]

aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA bad bad bad badbadbadbadbad very bad why do people feel the need to touch you unexpectedly why do sounds exist why do textures exist why is the world so bright i wish i could put a dimmer on my eyes whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy this is bad veryvery bad and on top of that GUESS WHO HAS WORK TO DO FUCKING SKENSKDBAKDBWJDBQKSBAJBDUWBD

[badeggonthebeat]

RIDE THE CYCLONE ALIVE! AU

part 2/?

“Dream?.. hah- what uhm..”

constance awkwardly chuckled and then whispered quietly:

“can we talk about this when we’re with the others..?”

you nodded. you had so many questions. how is everyone? what happened? how are you alive? whos pen-

constance warmly smiled and left the room. leaving you alone with many thoughts and questions.

you wonder if this will change anything.

that question was rhetorical. of course it will!

why did it feel so.. real.

like you were on the verge of dying but held a sense of.. relief?

almost as if all your problems went away at that very moment.

then suddenly all crashed back onto you when you woke up.

whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy-

*KNOCK KNOCK*

your attention quickly shot over to the door.

you couldn’t quite tell who it was, all you could make out was a presumable tall male with brunette hair-

wait.

“Mischa?”

you muttered his name in disbelief.

heck, what was there not to believe at this point. you just woke up from a fever dream that may or may not be rea-

the door opened.

you saw mischa. he looked.. disheveled like constance.

the side of his head was wrapped with bandages and his arm in a red cast. thankfully he was in the mid section of the cart and not the front or back. you remember only a slight bit of the seating. mischa sat in the middle with noel,.. did.. ocean sit in the front? you couldn’t remember.

thinking of it..

who did you sit with?

you remember sitting next to someone but.. who??

who?-

“Y/N!”

mischas loud voice scared you.

“h.. huh? sorry i sort of blanked out.”

“is fine. how are you?”

“… numb. anyway- wheres your phone? you usually are always on it..?”

“it broke. i had it in my hand and..”

“oh. im sorry i-“

you paused, wondering if what you were about to say was either wrong, sensitive, or just confusing to him

he tilted his head in confusion

“n.. nevermind… i think i should..”

“you should rest.”

you hesitated but ultimately agreed. anytime you were awake and wasnt being talked to, you spaced out and thought of the accident and that.. dream endlessly.

mischa laid you down and pulled the blanket over you, it was the blanket you packed for the bus ride there. you remember sitting with mischa that time, you assumed that he probably grabbed your bag from the van and got the blanket.

it smelled exactly like a perfect mix of everyone.

you used it everywhere. on the ride there, at constances house when you babysat her brother, rickys cats when you went over for a sleepover, oceans scent when she fell asleep in choir because she accidentally forgot to sleep that night, mischas heavy scent of cheep cologne and vodka when you sat next to him, and..

a scent you couldn’t remember.

“have a good nap. сонний.”

“w.. wait. can you.. stay for just a minute..?”

he looked confused but sat down at the chair next to your bed.

“i.. im scared to sleep. that dream-“

“dream..?”

“nevermind. just- i cant sleep peacefully without knowing that.. this is real.”

“.. ok. il help you rest then.”

he began to hum a childhood lullaby of his, it was a song his mother sung to him when he was restless.

your slowly drifted off to sleep, your eyelids feeling just as heavy as sandbags.

he stood up and smiled at the slight of you being able to sleep.

солодких снів.

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hihii!! ty for readingg yess this is going to turn into a little mischa x readerr

but obviously im not going to just erase talia

talia is gonna be a very close friend of mischa

sorry if this disappoints/annoys anyone.

[centrum-1894b]

you're the hottest planet? WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY THATS ALL I THOUGHT I HAD GOING FOR ME! Now I'm just a planet that happens to be cubular....

@the-real-nether

"I'm only the hottest in my solar system."

[fluffycatgirl]

why is doing things hard

why don't i just know how to do things

whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy

[iamhappyinmyprisonofpassion]

whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy

[f3mcelbambi]

WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY

[paleroze]

can hE PLEASE STOP SJFFKNJI I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE

[smellyprincetm]

i disgust myself so much????????

[excultgf]

why whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy

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[stvllioner]

me after realizing i havent updated my masterlist in about two months-

[ask-chef-teruteru]

You know Nightmare on Elmstreet is based on a true story.

“It’s—it’s a what now??”

Generations M!A: 10/30

[the-ferrylady-of-death]

•Oh.. This is...•

•She's at Eyefest's side in an instant.•

(notagainnotagainnotagain-)

•She never needed to breathe, and yet she was hyperventilating.•

(whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy-)

•What could she do. what was she supposed to do. why couldn't she remember anything she's learned about these types of injuries.•

(shecouldntlosemorefamily-nononononononononono-)

•panic will not be helpful right now, yet its all she can do•

(seeingliferapidlyleaveherhusbandwaspainfulenough-whymustshedealwithitagain-)

*…

*….With a half-melted corpse and a shattered mug at her side, gargled cries begin to echo the tunneled halls. Blood now pooling in her own trembling hands, Eyefest keels over and grasps at the shard lodged and nestled within her gills, both in an attempt to quell the gush of blood and to try to pull the pesky piece out from where it has buried itself into her skin. Oh Scott (@/cursed-urbanshade-operative)… you're going to regret that action of yours terribly, but that is beside the point right now.

*…

*This isn’t like last time, is it? She cant breathe. It hurts.

*No amount of trying to tear that shard out or covering the wound will fix this, will it? …

*….

*This is only going to end in disaster.

(( @the-ferrylady-of-death I do believe. That this now steps into your territory. I know youre doing your April fools thing though so feel free to respond anytime. :]c ))