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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑹 𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑬𝑻

𝙍𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙩 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝟐

|| 𝙤𝙢��� 𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙!! 𝙞𝙢 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 (-‿-")

(𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩... 𝙖𝙖) 𝘿𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙮 @/uzmacchiato

Of course, he does everything to try and act cooler than he really is around you.

Like when he tried to flirt with you before dating.

Elliot leaned over your table. He flashed a charming smile. “You look hot, should I turn up the AC?”

—is what he thought he would do.

Elliot loitered around your booth, his face awfully serious for a sunset. He glanced over again.

The silence, drawn and uncomfortable, caused you to finish your meal quickly. He made a face at that. One that tugged his lips; which you could only assume is a grin of relief.

His ever-fidgety hands doubled as you rose from your seat. He tapped his shoe, a countdown to when you’d leave.

If you were being honest, you’re a bit hurt. The Pizza Place is your favorite restaurant. (The only restaurant, actually.) Wearing a bitter frown, you approached the glass doors.

“Hey!” Elliot dashed in. You jerked your hand back along with yourself. You didn’t forget anything, did you? Your trash was thrown away, you triple-checked for your phone, and you certainly didn’t bother him with anything besides your mere presence.

He swallowed hesitantly. Meaningless words spilled before he looked you in the eyes at last. “You- I… I forgot to wish you a great day at the register, yeah. Bye! Hopefully I’ll see you next time?” His meek voice accelerated, opening the door for you.

And what’s Elliot thinking of when he’s on stage? It’s not about if he practiced enough, not about the pizza place or if he turned off all the ovens. Rather, he’s dedicated to looking for your face in the crowd. Though, it doesn’t take long to find his number one fan whether you’re cheering the loudest or standing out in silent admiration.

He won’t tell you, but he’s grown superstitious when you’re not at his concerts.

Elliot’s never really been one to believe in supernatural things, even if the hectic affairs at the Pizza Place come extremely close to it. (Why are there pizzas in place of moped wheels…) So how does he explain that crushing feeling?

He’s concluded it isn’t because you won’t be there. Instead, it’s because you aren’t there. The first time you told him he was disheartened, but understanding. All good right? Up until it seemed his fingers forgot the rhythm. Not even focusing would help him. People meshed for split seconds, their cheers pulsing his head. The rest of the night, all he wanted was to catch the slightest glimpse of you. Maybe you are his good luck charm.

The times you do show up ends with you laying next to him, sleeping side by side. You’d ease his aching scalp as he rants. A particularly rude customer blew his mood right before the show, a soda exploded, his bandmate came late. Then, you simply breathe in his direction and he’s kissing your knuckles profusely.

You’d wake to Elliot wrapping his arms around you, listening to a song he’d never want to stop. Your heartbeat.

Later, he insists you shouldn’t join his shifts when he’s barely still in Robloxia. Sometimes you catch him clicking his nails on the counter as he would on a guitar— the only thing he’s composed enough to do.

Elliot hums a few tunes throughout the day and gets super excited when you instantly recognize it.

Additionally, on break you two sit outside, gazing into the sea. He lets you lean on him, music shared through his earphones. (Or whatever you choose)

The nights you spend over at his parents’ house usually end up with his little sister, Mia, joining you two. Lately, she’s been getting angry whenever Elliot demonstrates for her.

“I don’t get it.” Mia grumbled. She dug into the frets, strumming wildly.

“Awe, don’t worry Mia! Let me show you.” Elliot took over at a slow pace, making sure to show her where to place her fingers. Her glare grew stronger, crossing her arms.

“You’re cheating!”

Mia threw her fists, pounding at his shoulder. He swiftly caught them with a nervous smile.

“I’m not cheating, how would I be?”

She fell silent, seeming to deflate.

“You- your hands are bigger than mine; how am I supposed to reach. That’s not fair, right?”

Her eyes pleaded with you. Elliot’s eyebrows raised, his laughter sweet against your ears.

“Guess I should get you your own!”

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𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑺𝑲𝒀

|| 𝙬𝙤𝙖 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚𝙝 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙮 (𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡)

𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙞 𝙝𝙞𝙞𝙞 𝙞 𝘿𝙄𝘿 𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 (𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧) 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙢

𝙑𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

“Vampire teeth are like roses. Thorns bore for puncturing. Your bleeding hands open to calm those overwhelmed with passion. Delicately pruning until petals finally bloom for you.”

You sit at the dinner table, Shedletsky in front of you. Somehow, you, an orchardist, managed to get rather familiar with the vampire on your journey home to town. A candle flickers to your left, coincidentally growing feeble when caught by his hard gaze. Your laugh fades, absorbed by shadows lurking the corners.

“Ah, it’s afraid of you, Shedletsky.” You reach for a raspberry, biting warily despite his friendliness. Curtains leisurely ascended. The pitiful light wanes, sparking in a strife against nature’s breath drifting from the window.

“Afraid of me?” His fingertips playfully gripped the tablecloth. “What does the candle have to be afraid of? I should be afraid.” He narrowed at the flame, eyes aching. You swiftly seized the candle by its elaborate holder, even as fatigued as you were.

“You still chose to look. Do you not know any better?”

“You’re in my mansion.” Shedletsky scoffed. “And I let you have that light!” He gave a cocky grin, touching the rim of his wine glass. All while feasting on fried chicken—which you recently discovered is his craving.

You softened your disturbed face. His informality never clicked in the time spent. It’s… unnerving to say the least.

“Well I can’t have you going and getting yourself hurt. It would be a shame, really.” The two marks pierced on your neck throbbed. They were still fresh like the memory of his foreign embrace, grazing his teeth teasingly over your jugular vein. An eerie sensation ghosted your spine, skin paler than you came. You’d finish him off if he let your precious blood go to waste.

“You could always make me feel better.” Shedletsky’s eyes smiled, expectant. He swerved his drink around, enamored by the red film coating the cup. It seems he doesn’t have an appetite for the beloved food anymore. He slid your plate closer, picking pomegranates and greens onto it. “This meal is for you, so eat up. I have to make sure you’re healthy too.”

He stood for the door. Looking back at you with a much more mature, reassuring smile. You waved him off and lifted the candle back, flame now placid. The winds had ceased. You envisioned trees slowing their sway, stilling in the night. How you would clutch your basket of apples close at gangly branches; branches that caved until you shined your lantern. Life wounded quiet, dull, just how it was before. It left a bitter taste, regardless of how many citrus fruits you ate.

Rooms upon rooms stretched across the halls. Each ebony doorframe carved, some altered in show of importance. One caught your eye. Its white detailing drew an illumina on the head of the wood.

Beating wings rattled against your ear. A bat. It chirped, flying in circles where cobwebs stuck until your attention was undivided. Whatever came over you, it made you want to follow.

Every lamp on the way was either losing power, or off completely. You lost count of how many rooms you had passed. In an instant, its small body suddenly disappeared, and you found yourself at another door. This time, strangely fixed to your appeals.

In awe, you turned the knob, peeking your head inside. The room is fully furnished, a white bed before you. Above it, a canopy fit for royalty. And just like the rest of the manor, the lighting is sparse, glowing through stained glass windows. On the nightstand stood tall, lit candles, barely melted. In full view, you couldn’t ignore the elegant attire laid upon silky sheets. It simply called your name.

You study yourself in a large vanity. The luxurious apparel, opposite to your ranch uniform. It didn’t cling to your skin, no heavy boots weighing your feet. Instead, expertly weaved silk and cotton sewn to flow with graceful movements set you free.

Palming the final garment, gliding your thumb over its bedazzled rim, you slide it onto your face.

Three gentle knocks rang; clear, each following a rhythm.

“You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” Said Shedletsky from outside.

“Just a moment.” You lingered a while longer, touching your cheek. It was merely skin, branded with labor not even the jeweled mask could conceal.

He straightened when you opened the door. Shedletsky too wore a mask, white-tipped raven feathers winding into the curves. His jabot collar blouse layered under a powder blue vest. Draping his shoulders lied a dark cloak. He clutched whatever was behind him tighter.

“So have you,” You tried to pry, but was met with a face full of rose petals. Shedletsky chuckled, doubling down into a fit of laughter.

“Was that- too rough?” He heaved between breaths. “Go on, take it. I’ve got something even better!”

Shedletsky locked arms with yours, leading you to his garden. Withered buds swept the pathways. Your gaze wandered back to his content self, furrowing your brows.

You approach two doors twice your size. Growing closer, fog that blurred the horizon mysteriously cleared. Alive flowers that weren’t yours blossomed in your sight. They grew in bristly bushes, lined around massive walls. You tilted your head up. Vines overtook, corrupting every inch its roots could possibly reach. A giant void, ragged, same to familiar forest branches. Not even the brightest star could reflect off the palace.

He asked something. In the blink of an eye, you were inside a ballroom so overwhelming you imagined dancers. An orchestra haunted, its echo channeling within your core. Wherever you turned, it was empty. Nothing but glazed floor. The chandelier wasn’t lit either, reminiscent of Shedletsky’s manor.

Shedletsky had already let go. He then bowed, offering his hand.

“May I have this dance?”

How formal. Too formal.

He gestured you to come closer.

“It won’t hurt to give me a chance, y’know.”

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|| 𝗁𝗂 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍!! 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝖻𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗊

𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙭 𝘼𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙁𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

The city. Wild, filled with people who’ve just about lost it, and unimaginably irritating. The heels of your shoes clicked on the paved tiles, strutting past individuals of all kinds. Pigeons rustle, cooing away, stopping momentarily just to be driven by an urgent walker. A cranky lady berating a young woman for simply walking in a way she dislikes; people without the ability to whisper trample any thought you dared to have, instead filling it with information about how their fish had tragically drowned. You grimaced, clutching onto your bag tighter.

At first, arrival was a spectacle. Tall buildings appeared to be brimming of mellow unknown, sweetened with muses to meet. Best of all, it was the beginning of your career in fashion. As soon as you stepped foot outside of the plane, you weren’t a child playing dress up with dolls anymore, hoping to the stars things would fall into place. Now, you were alone in the solitude of your apartment. Not exactly home, but it may come to be. The inside was everything you expected. Windows peering outside where cars swarm. Barren, sleek. You hoped to decorate it, making it truly yours.

It wasn’t long until you reluctantly took the rose-colored glasses off and saw the world for what it really was. Barely scraping by, your days eventually turned into a grueling factory preset, run everyday in order to conserve energy. You too were beginning to become a robot, sitting idly next to the window of the nearby coffee shop you forget the name of.

It would be correct to say that this humble establishment is your second home. Might even call it your first. There’s nothing special about it besides it being just down the corner. An array of oak woods and philodendron veiled in warm lights paralleled every other coffee place.

The staff recognize you. At least you think so. They never get your name right. Today would be just as important as the rest. Tedious, and pricked with sewing. Even from the comfort of a booth, your skin crawled. Your gaze finally met the abandoned cup turning cold in your palm. Bandaids covered your fingers, small misshaped that made you wonder why you do this anymore. Taking a final sip, you tossed it, a deep breath escaping your lips.

Navigating around meant steering clear of any beggars littering the streets. After a while, sympathy wasn’t worth it anymore, especially when most would rather be blessed with a drink or cigarettes. Some get rowdy. The last thing you need is to cover up bruises. Without another glance, you stride past with two things in mind: keep your head down, lest you want attention, and most importantly, go to class.

You stuck to the sides, every step causing your faithful hair pin to come undone. No matter how many times you fixed it, the pin, determined to fall, denied.

Clack.

Abruptly, you stopped to snatch it. Another hand preemptively reached out.

“What a nice pin, yours, pretty?” A voice chimed. It sounded… rich? Undoubtedly not one that belonged on the streets. You cocked a brow when you lifted your head. His attire is quite creative. Albeit, a bit— No, very questionable.

“Yes,” you swiftly pocketed the pin. “Thank you.” Your face briefly tightened. Hopefully your other plan wont be so suddenly ruined. He wore cardboard shades paired with matching headphones, topped off with a newspaper fedora. His soiled brown rags were tattered in ways that almost looked to be on purpose. Though, their current state suggested otherwise.

Despite his nice smile, there was no doubt that he’s spent nights enduring; nothing more, and it almost made you feel bad. Almost. The alleyway his box resided is tucked in between two stone walls, soft trickling water barely audible. Anything beyond his residence rendered to be a void. Surprisingly, it didn’t reek so much. You were just thankful a surge of garbage didn’t invade your senses.

“I’m sure you’re very busy, aren’cha?” His sentence fell short, words faltering on his tongue. They smirked anyway, tilting forward revealing a glimpse of their golden eyes, glimmering in the slightest rays the sun spared them. For a homeless man, he stayed relatively fresh. A refined touch to his fraying gray hair, breaking free from a slick back. Shorter strands fell towards his forehead below the makeshift fedora. The rest tied, noticeably unbrushed, hidden behind their stature.

“You’d be right,” You rose up, itching to take off— not without stopping momentarily. Huh… He looked at you so intensely, you thought he would try to stop you. It was hard to tell behind his opaque “sunglasses,” but you swore his gaze softened, eyebrows slightly raised. It lacked any sort of tension. Which for some reason, made you feel all the more like strangers.

“Need something?” They smoothly rolled a shiny, yet worn coin between their calloused fingers.

You blinked. Perhaps a particularly chilly gust brushed your skin, securing its place in the back of your mind. Something about his collected tone had you reeling what’s on your schedule.

“…No, goodbye!” You rushed away, clenching your fists as a faint blush overcame your cheeks. That was certainly unexpected. You hadn’t thought you’d ever lose your cool like that, especially to a man living in a cardboard box. You were supposed to be classy; not haughty enough to think they would want you to stay. Unbeknownst to you, his gaze never left your figure until the crowd swept you away. He lingered for a while. Quietly raising his hand, he gave the coin a flip. It lands on heads.

Another.

Heads.

Once more.

Heads.

A satisfied grin tugged his lips.

“May we meet again, stranger. Lady Luck sure wants us to.” They muttered into the wind. His face dropped not long after. Oh how he’d come to envy those even of the simplest lives. Flipping a coin wouldn’t suffice for the missing rush they received from collages of 7. Blood would race through his veins just watching the numbers fall into place, doing it over and over obsessively until stars were outshined by the brightest of them all. Money plummeted, then skyrocketed till the bank couldn’t handle it. Damn it, they’d even put their life on the line just to feel something. He shivered, shaking the thought.

The same breeze which carried his hopes lazily rustled upon the tree you’ve been staring at for what seems hours. Your instructor covered topics you knew as well as your bed. What more was there to do other than stare outside, beating yourself up over what you did today, yesterday, and five years ago? You couldn’t put your head down either. A gentle reminder that you paid to be here would get you up and going no matter how dreadful. So you were stuck with helplessly replaying the interaction. The more you did it, the more you swayed, looking closer to an escapee rather than a student.

Your mind drifted from what you could’ve said to what you could say. Meeting them was inevitable unless you were to deviate. Classmates shot you glances, your somber contemplation bringing worry to their faces. Eventually, everyone found themselves sighing heavy mindedly.

“You okay?” The girl who sat near you gruffed, firmly tapping your shoulder. Her eyelids fell heavy, red-orange hair held high into a ponytail. An oversized t-shirt leaves a shoulder bare, unraveling at the collar.

You nod, earning a head shake no. She digs into her crossbody on the table. Scratched red nails slide you a few packets of coffee. Ones of a roast you haven’t tried. You wordlessly stiffen.

“Take them,” She finally tapped. “You better stop sulking. Otherwise people will start complaining; think they might be already.”

“Right,” You slipped them into your bag. Waves of humiliation pumped your heart faster. Taking a new path is too much work, you determined. But hey, more coffee.

Hearing the words, “you may leave” has never been more freeing. You were first out the door, having been prepared for the past 20 minutes. People exchanged looks, boring into your back.

At night it’s just as hectic. Bright attractions tailored for every taste burned into your eyes, spurring you to move faster. You crackled the coffee packets in your hand, barely registering the black fur ball on the sidewalk. Upon closer inspection, little ears poked out of its voluptuous body. Bending down, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to shuffle the rabbit over considering the people here.

Your hands enveloped around its fur, keeping it a safe distance away. It was silly, since the legs you thought would kick at you stayed dormant. Turns out, it couldn’t carry the weight in its legs. You noticed a small pendant around the neck. Engraved on fine metal was the name Spade. Your tentative fingers curiously flipped the collar.

On it, a scratched photo of a man. He grinned ear to ear, proudly showing off Spade. His skin seemed to glow, wearing a black pristine condition suit and… accessories that you couldn’t shake. Faint bitterness swept onto your face.

If enough hadn’t happened already, then you sure wished this would be the end. Was it him in the polaroid? You caressed the photo’s sharp corners, trimmed down to fit. That set of adornments; identical— ignoring the clear difference of materials. You bit back a smile, sight coming down to the cursive writing underneath. Chance. Chance was their name. Below it was what you assumed to be an address, marks scored overtop, making it unreadable.

Before you, the alleyway inhabited by Chance’s cardboard home. Your breath hitched, crossing forward to return his chunky pet. Not much snoring heard, more of murmuring. He shifted in his sleep, hands unconsciously searching. You let go, setting Spade by Chance’s thigh.

Chance blinked sluggishly. Realizing himself awake he groaned, rubbing his back. At the sight of a foggy you, he shot up.

“He-hey!” He pulled down his shades. “Guess Lady Luck was right, eh?” Chance playfully spoke. Cutting you off, he crawled out, meeting your height. “Interested in see’in me? Or are ya here for this guy? I see it your eyes.”

In no time, the chatty streets livened.

…

Since when did their face become so punchable.

Crossing your arms, you swallowed your pulse. “Please,” you backed out of the alley, “make sure your bunny doesn’t wander off, this place is pretty dangerous for smaller animals.”

“And you be sure to not drop that pin of yours.” Chance smugly parroted. “For you, my dear, it won’t happen again.”

Your unimpressed face was you being kind. Oddly, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to revolt in disgust.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be doing that again either.”

“Don’t you worry! I’ve gotcha covered if you do.”

Gosh, was he really this dense? You began to think if you threw rocks at them they wouldn’t notice. Nervous laughter broke.

“No need, take care.”

Simply watching you leave caused something within Chance to spike. It wasn’t foreign. Far from it. His chest tightened, lips quirked asymmetrically. Two fingers, unhurried, came to their neck. They wouldn’t let go of this feeling. Ever.

Something nudged Chance’s leg.

“Aren’t you sweet…” They cradled it into their arms. “Spade, they were real nice, weren’t they?” He said gently. It glanced at him, unbothered by his many whims it couldn’t comprehend. He ran his hand through its dark fur, huffing a stifled laugh. “We’ll meet soon.” They promised, dragging a loose coffee packet towards them.

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Forsaken Curse Wheels!

My friends and I have done curse wheels in Forsaken inspired by dandy’s world curse runs, so I thought I’d remaster our old wheels and share them! Hoping to add more curses

These wheels are intended to be used with a friend(s) and a voice call. Recommended to use this post as reference for some of the curses.

Rejoin after each round, or be quick!

ETC = your choice, as long as it applies to the curse!

Survivor Curses

https://spinthewheel.app/PhJyvNDtBm/link

Play Chance - Can’t shoot or reroll with 3 charges

Play Builderman - Sentries only

Reroll

Reroll for two curses

Play a survivor elected by others

Upon spotting an item, use it immediately

Give every item you see to someone else

Turn everything into a reference of your choice

Play Taph - Make pigeon nests. (Poorly placed tripwires)

Follow around a player of your choice for the entire match

When doing a generator, finish the puzzle in numerical order

Turn off game audio

Simultaneously, draw a picture on the side (either digitally or traditionally)

Life linked with another player of your choice

Play a Sentinel - After stunning, hit an emote

Select one survivor with your eyes closed; choose one ability to use

Shared Cures - Spin the wheel of shared curses; stacks on others curses. Most curses apply to both killer and survivors!

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https://spinthewheel.app/2g3jhTDlpp/link

Alien! - Can’t use real words, just gibberish (gleep glorp, meep morp, etc)

They found US - If the killer is chasing you, ask a person of your choice where there are and lead the killer to them

Wrong game - Say everything in Dandy’s World terms (Reroll if no one plays/change the media) For reference, ↴

(Killer = Twisted [KillerName]

GTE = 30 seconds left on the timer

Calling out items [Med = medkit, Pop = Bloxy Cola], etc)

Everyone turns Roblox vc on

Mr. President - You become the president, every other survivor must protect you at all costs!

Every survivor must sync emotes once

All sentences are sung

Everyone plays the same survivor (if someone is killer, save the curse for the next round and reroll or choose who they play.)

All party members are to use proper grammar and speak with a refined tone.

Killer Curses

https://spinthewheel.app/P2Zg0RoNRv/link

Kill every survivor A-Z order

Only use abilities

Only use M1

Reroll

Reroll for two curses

Wait until 1 minute is left

Cannot use Raging Pace, Unstable Eye, Pizza Delivery, or 404 Error

Act as in character as possible (Optionally, turn on Roblox VC)

After every two M1s, do a spin (overrides only using M1, reroll first curse if you got reroll for two curses)

After every kill, do 3 jumping jacks

Have a friend direct your choices (Tell you who to kill, where to go, etc. If LMS with selected person, this curse no longer applies)

If you lose, be extremely unhinged in the chat

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Another as I work on something that’s actually writing

would you guys like to see more of these?? Requests are open hehe…

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working on this much longer piece is making me realize that I am NOT built for slow burns and never was

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Dropping this doodle :)

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HII OMG I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE YOU LITERALLY DEVOUR!!!

HI!! This really brightened my day holy smoke tysm for the kind words ❤️ hoping my writing improves with every post so you can keep enjoying them!!1!1

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𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑯𝑪𝒔 - 𝟐!

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝟎𝟎𝟕𝙣𝟕 (𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚) 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

|| hi yes I’m alive consistency is hard!! Anyway! Lmk if you want anyone next! (Whoever’s praying on my downfall STOP YOU WIN1!!1 IM SICK AGAIN) sorry this took so long I write late at night and then drift off to bed 😕

𝙫𝟏 (𝙫𝟐)

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ✮⋆˙🎲.•.⭑𓂃

I’ve used it once… and I’ll use it again! “Sugar” just seems right to me

Alongside that, I think of “pretty baby” and “darling”

As per usual, he’s spent the night at his family’s casino. It’s what a gambler does! And once Chance had their thirst fulfilled, they’d come home to a sleeping beauty, such as yourself. But tonight, he was met with a surprise.

At first, you couldn’t quite make out the fussing outside. You’d been fighting your eyes open all night, mindlessly watching the clock ticking down without any sign of Chance. What had you been doing at this hour? Well, you spent the evening carefully crafting a pattern into a shiny gold coin. Now, it was only a matter of time until you could give it to them.

Then came the same rustling. Your head perked from the armrest of the couch. That sure woke you up, because now you’re staring attentively at the door. A dash of excitement filling your heart.

It wasn’t long until it swung open with the weight of a spent Chance, quickly held back by his hand from slamming against the wall. They knew better to keep quiet, especially when there’s a darling waiting for him to join them in bed, supposedly. You pulled yourself to sit straight. “There you are,” a smile crept across your lips, the grooves intricately carved into the coin resting between your fingers.

Chance stood there dumbfounded, yet glad. Even though he wore sunglasses, you could tell his eyes were happy too. He ran a hand through his hair before putting his fedora down, swiftly making his way to you. “Why aren’t ya asleep, pretty?” Chance spoke softly, massaging your shoulders. They were sure you would be sound asleep by the time they came home. However, he made you wait. And god did he wish he didn’t. Your time is just as, if not more important than his own according to Chance. You were wasting precious energy on him, how could he be so careless?

“There was something I wanted to give to you, I just couldn’t wait.” You answered, slowly opening your hand. The coin shimmered brightly, reflecting light in the dim room.

“Sugar…” They trailed off. Chance wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms, brush his fingers over your cheeks, cradling your head close, devouring the moment. If it weren’t for you being all washed while he was freshly outdoors, he would’ve. They courteously took it from your hands, slow and deliberate; careful not to touch your skin. “I love you, pretty baby, and I’m sure you know that better than anyone else in the world.”

𝟎𝟎𝟕𝒏𝟕 ⌨ᝰ๋࣭𝜗᭡

“Dear”, “my love”, two classics for the old guy!

I do feel like he used to subconsciously refrain from calling you pet names… you probably had to ask about it for him to realize.

It was never a problem. Though your curiosity got the better of you. 007n7 never called you by any pet names. Naturally, you used them less, too. Understandable, but it never hurts to ask; ever.

“Hey,” You quietly called out to him. After a long day, there was nothing like sharing a quiet moment in bed, with nothing but each other’s company. Hands held together in between the warmth of your bodies, your fingers clasping his.

007n7 fluttered his eyes open, wearily looking at you. Your breath hitched, face flushing. Grey irises with an irresistible charm that couldn’t be replicated by anyone else. Full of his experiences, entirely unique to him, and you were lucky enough to gaze into them every day.

A moment of silence ensued, his eyes never leaving yours. You drew a breath, finally asking the question that had been on the tip of your tongue. “Why don’t you ever use nicknames or… anything like that?”

His lidded eyes widened. He had never thought of it. “I… I’m sorry.” 007n7 whispered a hollow confession, furrowing his brows. You held his hands a bit tighter, rubbing circles with your thumb.

“There you go again, apologizing when you don’t need to.” You cooed. He didn’t know how tense he was until you tucked a stray strand behind his ear. If he was being honest, it felt natural for him to hold back. He understood that not many like him, leaving him to become a shell of his past-self, nothing more. And now, it’s like you pulled a tab that was holding him together.

He worried for the day you would eventually leave him. That you would realize your worth, abandoning the former hacker. It only made him feel selfish. A creep for even liking you.

“I just- I don’t know.” 007n7 admitted, his chest growing tight. He shut his eyes, tears emerging from the sides. His answer wasn’t directly to your question. It also went for the barrier he set out of fear. The barrier you didn’t mind, delighted to climb over. Because you knew that the other side would make it all worth it.

007n7 felt the featherlight touch of your fingers, dancing up his nape. They embraced him close right below your chin. “Shh…” You stroked his hair with gentle breaths. “Don’t worry about that, just you being here is more than enough. We don’t need nicknames.” He shook his head in your arms.

“No, you deserve so much more.” 007n7 punctuated his words with a hand grazing your jaw. “My love, dear, anything you want, let me return the favor.”

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𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑯𝑪𝒔!

𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙩, 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙠𝙮 (𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚) 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

|| hello my name is welcome (˙𐃷˙) just something for characterization warmup (lwk started to lose it trying to think of literally anything for this so uh… Chance and 007n7 r next!)

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 ⋆⭒˚🎸｡⋆ 🪽

I don’t usually fw “babe” or “baby”… but I’ll let it slide for him fr

Just gives me the vibe honestly there’s not much for me to say here 💔

Soft shuffling of blankets accompanied the movie playing before the two. You lost interest some time ago, eyes flickering to and from the screen just to understand your much more invested boyfriend’s rants. Elliot began to subconsciously purse his lips whenever he mouthed off. Perhaps you sighed one too many times. Who could blame you? Their voices simmered into irritating chatter; the kind when people try to keep talking despite your attempts to focus. You could barely tell when he began and stopped speaking, nodding along guiltily.

“Baby,” He paused the film. You finally snapped out of your trance, heart dropping at his disheartened voice. Did you really screw it up…? Elliot’s eyebrows softened, and so did his tone. “if you didn’t like the movie, you should’ve told me.” He pulled you in by the waist, placing a swift kiss atop your head. Maybe you didn’t. Not that much. But hey, at least you won’t have to bore yourself with that movie again, he’s changing it right now!

𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐤𝐲 ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆

Strikes me as the kind of guy to jokingly create one based off of an event that happened. Which he only uses to get a reaction out of you, a smile tugging at his lips.

Maybe like… comes up with something on the spot when he catches you doing something.

Otherwise, it’s a shortened version of your name or dove!

Okay, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to try and teach you how to sword fight. You swear that this is just your off day. Yep. Every swing of yours was expertly blocked by Shedletsky. You raised your blade, each unfruitful oscillation growing more desperate than the next. Eventually, you found that giving up may as well be your best option. Huffing, you took a seat, a stroke of embarrassment fresh in your heart.

Shedletsky stood over you. Your gaze wearily dragged up to him, taking in a few deep breaths. The way he looked at look you screamed of pride. His smug smile was still clear in your vision, the setting sun blacking out most of his other features while the wind gently swayed his curls. In return, you gave him a sarcastic, exasperated roll of your eyes.

“Don’t be like that, you chicken.” Shedletsky wrapped an arm around your shoulder, tilting his head to get a good look at you. When he saw his lover’s face vexed face, he jumped back a little, sheepishly straightening his posture. “Hey, you know I like chicken!” Shedletsky rubbed a frantic hand on your back. Not a word came from you. Moments passed and your lack of reply made him sweat more than blocking your sword swings. “C’mon, Dove! I’ll go easy on you next time.”

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yesterday had another (grueling) festival concert… and I’ll have another tomorrow 😕😕

I’ve finally come back with some ideas so uh yay!

(It’s 12:33 am… I am too tired to finish ehat I just started 💔)

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𝑯𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤 + 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨!

|| 𝙄𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙩 𝙞𝙜 𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬!

Hihi I’m Cheesey/Zephy ^^

(𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙦 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣! 𝙞 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮. 𝙞 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙞 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤. 𝙗𝙪𝙩, 𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙢 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙬!)

(𝙖𝙝𝙖 𝙗𝙩𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 2 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙦)

𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨

The way I write is usually some thoughts, then little scenarios

I take both Forsaken and Phighting asks!

All phighters except ban hammer and katana… nothing wrong I just have a grudge (• ◡•)

I actually don’t know what to put here

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i really love the way you write!! keep up the work ^^

OH MY GODD??? THANK YOU SM!1!1!1 I really appreciate this you have no idea ❤️❤️ hopefully some ideas come my way (cough cough) so I can stay a little consistent!!

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𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍!

𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙩 𝙭 𝙂𝙉!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

|| 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣 (𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠) 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙨4 𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧...𝙮𝙪𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪!!!

It’s no secret Elliot’s insanely infatuated with you. Absolute whipped. A hand snaked around your waist and that damn smirk that drives you crazy. It really gives him a rush whenever you get all flustered or even play into it. Either way, it spurs him on to get bolder with his touch. Ghosting his fingers down your lower waist, palming handfuls of your fleshy sides every now and then.

He would love to match outfits, battering your ears with compliments about how nicely the star-shaped glasses look on you, fixing the necklace adorned with a charm unique to your tastes, and ogling like you’d disappear if he looked away.

“You good, kid?” Chance’s stride slowed as he walked past the man whose gaze never left your red and black dressed form. Elliot almost didn’t notice them for a second; way too focused on watching you fix yourself up using your phone. “Yep, all good…” He shoo’d them off absentmindedly with dilated eyes, the curve of his lips lopsided, perching his elbows on the counter to further sink himself in.

Serenading you is definitely one of his favorite things. He would spend all the time in the world creating sweet melodies dedicated to you if he could. Not only does he get to make memories, sharing his songs regularly reminds you of the numerous dates, gifts, and especially events he’s spent sneaking you backstage for some alone time. You’re always going to have a blast with him around, he’ll make sure of that.

Don’t ever worry about not being able to get something you liked. That keychain that caught your eye, yet you still put back? Oh, how funny, it’s already yours, gingerly placed into your hands. Amidst the pure amount of pride radiating off him, you don’t need to look up to know he has a stupid grin plastered across his face. Been wanting to try a hobby? Maybe a new instrument. Here, he bought a specialized one just for you. It even has your name on it! The smile that grows alongside your flushed cheeks without fail makes money seem worthless. Falling in love with you repeatedly was the easiest thing you could ask him to do.

All his “cool” demeanor goes down the drain as soon as the two of you step foot in the pizza place. Suddenly, it’s like a switch flipped in him, and he’s fraught to fight back; dashing between getting his work-self going or keeping his charming act on. He ends up having to be dragged to a nearby booth where you sit in front of him, holding his hands that are clinging onto you a little too tightly in order to comfort the anxious rockstar. Please tell him you love him no matter what, he’s trying his hardest to impress you. Even if he looks like a kicked dog.

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Sorree for lack of posts I’ll get back to work tonight!! Also got unanimous superior at the festival concert:)