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Long time no see

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So... My AU is set in 2007, and at that time, instead of Aaron playing with dolls, he has a console at home to play various games with Enzo or Nicky. Among these games is Castle Warrior, which is Aaron's favorite game.

Here is the OST!

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“Tumor knees”

- DanTDM

(LOVE THIS WJEVJEVE)

Started watching dantdm’s playthroughs and I liked the bit of Nicky sleeping with the boxes

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HOW DO THESE EDITS GO SO CRAZY OH MY GOD

«Kids, watch out, there's neighbor»

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Good luck with your exams! Don’t worry about failing, walk in with the confident mindset that you’re gonna pass :))

I honestly believe you will pass, and even if you don’t pass some remember it’s not the end of the world, There’s always next year.

GOOD LUCK APPP 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥

Exam season is finally here, and honestly? I'm nervous at how I'll do and how my results will be. I'm worried that I'll fail and everything I've worked for would be for nothing. But after all I've been through, after all my friends and family had been through, I can't let anyone down like this. I won't, I won't let them down. And I won't let myself down either.

So here's an edit. A friendship one. It reminds me of the ones I gained, and the ones I tragically lost. I think of them everyday, the times we all just goofed around with each other and didn't have a care in the world of what would happen the next day. I've been the happiest I've ever been with them. They all changed my view on not just life itself, but also everything in it. The choices, the events, the memories, all of it. We don't just grow up and forget it, we cherish it. Without them, I don't think I would be here.

Goodbye guys, I'll see you in 3 to 4 months.

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Lil bro has no right to be this cute in the game 😭

HE SO SILLY 😭😭😭

This is why he's my favorite character. :3

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⚠ Y'all, don't ask me if I'm available for commission.

Btw, it's not Halloween yet, but I made those SN skins of Enzo and Trinity in HN: WTRB style! :> (I hope season 3 will be great 👏👏)

I wonder if they wore those outfits in the series.

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Okay this is INSANE

«Shhh, don't tell my brother that I took off his glasses» - Maritza

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Enzo made an Easter egg :)

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The Secret Neighbour Experience (Represented Through Doodles)™️

Recently played Secret Neighbour for the first time with my friend. Shoutout to the random Enzo player who would follow me around as I played Trinity and emote whenever I was near. Genuinely scariest part of that session

•ARTIST’S RAMBLINGS BELOW CUT•

Okay, okay, okay. Honestly, super cool game. The actual intended gameplay itself was alright, but my friend and I decided to just explore the maps with just the two of us and honestly, that was one of the most fun parts. The voice lines for the kids were adorable, loved those voices. The mechanics/abilities were pretty cool (the amount of times I lost keycards and made new ones with Ivan is insane) and the gameplay was a lot better than the mainline games in my opinion. Crashed my computer twice, but I think that’s an issue on my part, so no fault to the game there. And!! Favourite point. One thing I’ll always adore about Hello Neighbour is their character models. They have such style and life in every game!

Another favourite point of mine is the ability to break/pick up literally EVERYTHING. The game isn’t even a rescue mission at a certain point, it’s just about causing as much destruction as possible. Love it, solid 8 out of 10. Now I wait for Search and Rescue to not be VR only,,

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Violently sobs

Hardest Hello Neighbor Quote

“[...] Maybe two kids with a bunch of missing pieces don’t make each other whole—the perfect machine with all its parts in place. Maybe they just empty each other out more.”

“I'm halfway down the stairs before I hear him say, ‘And, Nicky … don’t come back.’”

—Missing Pieces, Chapter 16, Pages 160 and 161.

Sorry folks, but Carly Anne West doesn't fuck around at work.

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"Because I'm bad~"

I TRIED to understand the timeline of WTRB, but after a while i realized that it's pointless and said: "Screw this! Ima gonna have fun!" XD

So, yeah! Nicky is working on his latest invention while listening to a song through his ear-inter-commmunicator cause creating is funnier with a music! XP

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M.I.A.: Chapter 4

Summary: Tired as she is of the whole "being the only person to realize someone is in danger" schtick, when Trinity Bales's parents disappear the night after her rescue mission, she once again takes on the role of the rescuer in hopes that she and her appointed "rescue squad" can get to the bottom of the mystery of her parents' absence before whatever's taken them from her can have its way.

Chapter summary: Trinity wakes up- or at least, she thinks she wakes up- in a version of Raven Brooks she doesn't recognize.

Trinity woke up on the cold tile floor of a dingy bathroom, drenched in her own sweat and shivering.

She groaned, clutching her head as she sat up. Where was she? How did she get here?

"Enzo?" She called, with no response but her own echo. "Nicky? Maritza?"

An empty, dark abyss of a building met her calls.

She wanted to call for her parents, but of course, this was about the last place she'd expect them to be. 

"...Is anyone there?"

No response. She stood up slowly, careful not to place her hands in the broken glass on the dirty floor. There was nothing else to do. Wrapping her cardigan around her chest again, she began to press forward. Black spiders with red spots on their backs skittered away from her path as she moved ahead, and by the time she came out the other side of the doorway...

Was she in her own house?

Hand grazing across the mildewy wall- Mom would never let the house get anywhere near this state- Trinity searched for a light switch. There was one for the hallway right outside of the bathroom, right between it and her bedroom.

When her fingers met the switch, she flipped it. It sparked, and...

Nothing. The house remained entrenched in darkness.

Sighing, Trinity wiped her hands on her skirt and headed for her bedroom.

What stood out immediately to her was the rag doll on the bed, one she hadn't seen since she was a little kid. Clearly modeled after Trinity herself, it smiled placidly up at her with empty glass eyes and an embroidered mouth. But stuffing was pouring out its back, and in the discolored cloud, she could make out the figure of something moving.

She stepped back. Another spider. What the hell happened to the house? There was no respite to be found in her bedroom. No comfort or reassuring familiarity. And certainly no sign of her parents.

That was fine. If there wasn't anything to do in the house, then she'd keep going. Carefully down the stairs and out the front door, she'd keep going. She'd keep going until she made it outside, where, from behind her, the shadows of gnarled trees seemed to cast the image of prison bars over the asphalt ground. It reminded her of Mr. Peterson. She turned around, away from his house, and went to look- since when had there been a forest there?

Carefully, she headed around the back of her house and past the tree line, continuing on even as the brush got thicker and thicker, until-

"Imbir? What are you doing here?"

At the soft meow and brush of the cat's head against her legs, she looked down, and there he was, big green eyes staring back up at her. He meowed again.

"I can't help you, Imbir," she said. "Go run back to the bakery. It's dangerous for you to be out here alone."

Imbir tilted his head, as if he could somehow understand the words she was saying, then arched his back, fur standing up almost straight, and she swore she could hear him say "no" as he did.

The first time Trinity had met Imbir, he'd been wandering around town rather carelessly, as if he expected the world to stop and go at his whim- which she was sure he did, after all, he was a cat- and she'd assumed him to be a stray. Knowing what she knew now, that he belonged to the bakery owner who she'd once heard laughing to Officer Neilsen about Mr. Peterson's arrest, it was a little discombobulating to see him walking about the town. But he was well-fed, if maybe a bit overfed, and everyone seemed to know to mind the cat, so Trinity assumed it was none of her business.

Imbir scurried a few feet ahead, then looked at Trinity expectantly. With nothing better to do, she followed.

As they descended, Trinity kept her eyes on Imbir. He was an ugly little thing, a fat cat with thin, stubby legs that reminded her of a wiener dog. His eyes weren’t quite the right shape, his ears were too small, and that hat he wore all the time only served to accentuate his unusually short neck. He was smart, though- what he lacked in looks he made up for in impressive observation and problem solving skills- so Trinity placed her trust in the hope that he was taking her somewhere she needed to go.

Which was silly, of course, he was a cat.

She followed him anyway.

It was when Imbir stopped that Trinity started to get concerned. He was yowling now, ears pinned back against his head, but he wasn’t looking at Trinity any longer.

She followed his gaze into the clearing he’d led her to and shuddered.

Before them, to Imbir's obvious dismay, was a giant...

Well, Trinity wasn't even sure what she'd call it.

It was a giant wooden spider, the same kind she'd seen in the house. With some kind of writhing sac attached to it and an hourglass figure carved into its abdomen, she was vaguely aware of what kind of spider it was- what kind of spider all of them had been.

What nearly slipped her mind was the way that it was swelling, splintering at the edges with a pressure she couldn't see.

Maa, Imbir yowled with a horrible desperation as he backed away from it, maa, maa, and as Trinity covered her ears, she fought off the urge to yell at him to shut up. They both backed up as if the thing was a ticking time bomb, like it was about to burst.

And then it did. The sac and the wooden body burst open, and from them erupted dozens- no, hundreds of smaller black widows, climbing over and covering their wooden mother, and then...

Devouring it.

Trinity screamed, she wasn't sure why, but something about the scene unfolding in front of her filled her with an agonizing terror. She stumbled backward, falling onto the muddy ground, and struggled to get as far back as she could from the sight of the near-cannibalistic destruction. Imbir was long gone. Trinity was alone in the forest, watching this thing get ravaged into nothing by spiders, and when the dust settled and the black widows dispersed, all that remained was a splintered mirror laying on the ground that she figured had once been inside the spider.

Carefully, and against all inhibitions, Trinity crawled on her hands and knees toward it.

Her reflection was disheveled, hair a mess, bloodshot eyes accented with dark bags. With its hand on the mirror, it looked up to face something she couldn't see.

Trinity did the same

And was met with the sight of Crowface,

Sporting two bloody, clawed black gloves.

She had no energy left to beg to know what they'd done with her parents.

Maa, maa, Imbir continued to cry from somewhere in the distance.

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M.I.A: Chapter 3

Summary: Tired as she is of the whole "being the only person to realize someone is in danger" schtick, when Trinity Bales's parents disappear the night after her rescue mission, she once again takes on the role of the rescuer in hopes that she and her appointed "rescue squad" can get to the bottom of the mystery of her parents' absence before whatever's taken them from her can have its way.

Chapter summary: The fallout begins the next day at school.

Content warnings: Illness, harm to children, potential medical inaccuracies

"Are we just gonna pretend Delroy's been here the whole time?"

Trinity shrugged, leaning back on one of the clubroom's counters as Enzo reached behind them to grab a cookie from the tin on the counter. "He sits with you guys at lunch sometimes. It's not that different."

"Yeah," Maritza took a sip from her bottle of lemonade- a funny choice for how late in the fall it was, but that had been what the Esposito siblings had brought for their little hangout, along with sugar free alternatives for Trinity herself, so she couldn't complain- and rolled her eyes. "Because none of us have anywhere else to sit."

"You could sit with me," Nicky mumbled. "Wouldn't kill you."

"With you?" Maritza gasped dramatically and faked choking at the thought, but Nicky didn't laugh- that was becoming the usual. Maritza chuckled instead, but she didn't seem too confident as much as she did like she was trying to convince Nicky to at least smile.

He didn't.

"And anyway, Delroy was my backup when you and Enzo were out at the house," Trinity continued. "He agreed to help, so I don't see the big deal."

"The big deal is that he's an asshole," Nicky grumbled. "Why'd you even ask him?"

"Nicky, I know like six people and you guys are five of them. It was him or Finch, and I was not going to ask Finch."

She reached behind her and grabbed a couple more cookies, nearly bumping straight into Enzo's arm as she did- Oreo-like sandwich cookies had been the only sugar free option that the store had, according to Enzo, so to not make her feel left out, he and Maritza had bought Oreos for everyone else. She was familiar with the brand they'd bought, though she noticed now that the cookies were a little less sweet than usual, lacking the licoricey aftertaste she had come to associate with them. That was fine with her, though- the more unpleasant aspects of those foods had been a fair trade in her eyes for the ability to keep eating sweet foods after she had gotten sick.

"So, we've got a suspect now, thanks to Maritza and Enzo, and two potential locations- the Peterson house and the amusement park." She took a bite of her cookie- she hadn't noticed until now how hungry she was. "But the thing is, I don't want any more investigations happening that I'm not part of. So we need to devise a plan. Some way to outsmart them."

"And we aren't telling the police about this one, why?" Ivan asked as she finished her cookie, voice and expression as meek as Trinity had come to expect of him. Always a shy kid. She grabbed another cookie from behind her.

"I did. The police haven't done anything. They haven't even talked to me about it. And y'know what's weird about that?" She cleared her throat. God, when did her throat get so dry?  She needed some water. Had she even had anything to eat or drink before she came to school? "Guess which cop they put on the case."

"No way." Enzo's eyes widened. "Kornwell?!"

"Kornwell!" Trinity repeated. "They put Officer Kornwell on the case, and I guess he's just been sitting around with his thumb up his-" she cleared her throat again. "Sorry. Point is, he's clearly not worried about what happened to my mom and dad, so someone has to be."

"That creepy crow thing seems to be plenty worried about it," Nicky added.

"Which is all the more reason we need to worry!" Trinity coughed. "Sorry. Sorry. My throat's really dry right now." It came out almost defensively, and she wasn't totally sure why. "But we need to worry about my parents because that thing is also worried about them." She took a sip of her lemonade. "This is serious. It's not just another mystery. People are in danger. So we handle this like we handled Peterson."

"It's gonna be a lot harder when we don't even know who we're following..." Ivan chimed in again, voice shaky.

"We'll be fine. We've got each other's backs, after all. Besides, there's no reason to be scared! You're plenty brave."

"I... I am?"

"Psh- no." Maritza rolled her eyes. "She's just hyping you up to get her to do what she wants."

"Oh."

"You guys." Trinity sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Another sip of lemonade would probably stave off the headache that was starting to form. "We needed every one of us last time. Whatever's going on now, it's all hands on deck." She held her hand out.

Maritza's expression briefly turned to sympathetic concern as she eyed Trinity's hand. "Dude, you're shaking."

"I'm fine." Trinity shook her head. "It's not important. What's important is if you're in or out."

Enzo put his hand in on top of Trinity's, gently cupping the back of her palm like he was going to guard her and not the other way around. "I'm in. Ivan? Nicky?"

"This feels like a wrong turn." Nicky frowned. "Someone's going to get hurt."

Trinity shook her head. "I'm not going to steer you guys wrong. But if we don't do this, someone will get hurt."

Nicky leaned back, but Ivan reached forward and put his hand in. Delroy shrugged and did the same.

"Maritza, it's on you. Are you really gonna quit a game before it's over?"

"I'm with Nicky, this is a dumb idea." She scoffed, but before Trinity could open her mouth to defend it, she put her hand in. "But I'm not a quitter. Let's go for it."

"Yes!" Trinity pumped her free hand. "Inventor's club on three. One, two, three-"

"Inventor's club!" The cheer echoed through the room as they raised their hands. But when she looked back at Nicky, he somehow looked even more exhausted than before. She briefly wondered if this was something he would've done with the rest of the club before what happened with Mr. Peterson- before she even came to Raven Brooks. She took a step back, reaching again for her lemonade, and stumbled over herself, barely catching her balance on the counter.

Everyone was looking at her weird when she looked back up.

"Jeez, girl!" Maritza cried. "Are you okay or are you not?"

"I'm fine," Trinity repeated, though it was a bit of a struggle to catch her breath. "I'll be fine. There's more important things going on right now. Besides, I'll be fine by the time of the meeting this afternoon- then we can start discussing plans. Delroy, you joining us for the meeting?"

Delroy shrugged. "Might as well, if I'm gonna be helping out."

"Then we'll plan on it. I'll see you all at lunch?"

"That sounds like a good cue to leave."

The kids jumped- through what felt like a sudden jolt of shock to Trinity's brain, she could make that out- and she directed her focus to the clubroom door, where Mr. Murtaugh, creepy guy that he was, was poking his head in. Were it not for the fact that she had him for science, and he seemed at least decently well-adjusted, if a bit eccentric, she might be suspecting him to be behind something like this.

"Class is starting soon," he continued, sporting his same gummy smile as usual. "I wouldn't want you kids to be late."

"Right." Trinity nodded slowly. "Thanks, Mr. Murtaugh."

Taking that cue, she headed for the door slowly, as to keep her balance- she didn't need the others looking at her like that again, like she was incapable or weak in some way. She hardly paid attention to the counter they'd left a mess, or the tin of cookies that'd gotten knocked over. She chuckled to herself, though, wondering if any of the others had noticed that they must've been getting into her sugar free cookies.

Maybe this sickness would go away by the time of the actual club meeting.

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"Trinity!"

Trinity jumped a bit- another jolt of shock to the brain that seemed to make her vision go blurry- as Enzo approached her. "Enzo, hey."

"Where were you at lunch?" Enzo asked, his expression that same one of sympathy and worry that it'd been when she'd fallen in the clubroom that morning.

"I'm fine," Trinity responded. Only after she said it did she process that it wasn't an answer to his question. The truth was, she'd spent most of that lunch period pacing between the halls and the first floor girls' bathroom, fighting off a persistent dizziness and the urge to vomit. She didn't want to admit that, though- so maybe the situation was getting to her, but her friends didn't need to know that.

"We were worried about you," Enzo pressed.

"I said I'm fine, Enzo," she repeated as she sped up a little bit, nearly stumbling over herself again as the dizziness hit her again with a vengeance. "Look, I appreciate your concern, but I'm alright, really. We've got more important things to worry about, anyway."

She reached for the clubroom door, hoping Enzo would ignore the way she struggled to get a grip on the handle. 

"Anyway, I was thinking during class, and we've got a few ways we can go about this. Once everyone else is here, I'll go over it."

"Ah, Trinity, Enzo, there you are."

Trinity recoiled again, her vision more than beginning to blur from the shock, as her focus struggled to fix on the source of the voice. She reached out and leaned against the chalkboard on the wall for balance.

"Principal Abanante?" Her brow furrowed. "What are you doing here?"

Abanante clasped her hands together and smiled. "I overheard some of the conversation this morning, and I just thought I'd step in and make sure everything we're doing is, well, legal. Things we would want to be encouraging at the middle school."

Trinity clutched her forehead with her free hand and squeezed her eyes shut, briefly removing her other hand from the chalkboard to pull the purple cardigan she'd worn today over her chest. "Look, I- I understand, but now isn't a good time. Can we talk about this later? Please?"

"Well, my dear, I'm worried this is a more pressing matter than you might want me to think it is. I know you kids are wound up after what happened with Mr. Peterson, but it's important that we don't cloud our judgements with fantasies. I'd hate to have you sneaking around harassing some poor sap who hasn't really done anything wrong in hopes of solving another mystery."

"It's not-"

"Are you sure you're okay?" Enzo asked.

"No! I mean- yes, I'm..."

"-Fine?" Maritza finished. Trinity could hear her voice drawing nearer. "You don't look fine."

"No, I... I am, I just-"

She stopped abruptly, swallowing back the acid rising in her throat, and opened her eyes. She was shaking again, so nauseous she could barely stand up. And there it was- everyone was looking at her like that again. 

"I think it's just stress." Abanante smiled sympathetically and tilted her head just like that goddamn crow had done. Her stomach turned. This was wrong, this was all really wrong. "How did you sleep last night? I'm sure things have been hard these past few days with your family."

"What did you do?" Trinity choked out, unable to help herself. Her voice was weak from pain, and that only made everyone else's pity worse. "What did you do to my parents?"

"I think you need some rest, Trinity. I'll take you to the nurse's office."

"No, no- no-"

She couldn't form any more words than that. As Abanante reached for her, her attempt to pull back became a jolt in her arms and a buckling in her knees. She felt her head hit the chalkboard before she recognized she'd been falling. She heard the others' confused cries before she realized anything was wrong.

The sugar-free cookie tin was the one that was knocked over.

All she knew was that she couldn't see anymore.

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It makes me so glad seeing people actually speak up about the mess in the fandom

I really don't like being the devil of this fandom and generally I have kept my tongue shut cause I was previously harrassed by someone here (She blocked me so tbh i'm grateful for that because she is a massive creep and honestly a N$£! In priv spaces)

But as someone who's been in the fandom as a minor and now a fresh Young Adult it's becoming a problem that kids in this spaces are sexualizating the minor characters.

And specifically it's always them idk why this happens so often to them

This behaviour is bleeding this community especially in spaces in here, Discord and to an extend tiktok as well. I know most people who say shit like this are kids which makes this now all the more concern I know most of you are young but you have to learn some behaviors is not okay and that justification is meaningless if you don'r grow out of it.

It makes you stunted to your behaviour as you grow into a adult which will become a issue later in life. Not every word or every image you make is okay to post online, I know the old saying.

"It's the internet."

(Trust me as someone who has been an unsupervised kid since late 2007)

This is a useless saying frankly cause if it's your opposition who says something guess what? "It's the internet" there are consequences to what you say and what you post maybe not now. But it will catch up soon. This fandom should do better, and the fact most people are keeping silent and passive to scummy behaviours of the fandom, especially in discord spaces which have grown even more fucking god awful to be in.

If you know you'll never say it in real time to real people. Why the hell are you saying online?

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I’m doing a portfolio course for art school, I’m here now and know absolutely NO ONE 💀 I’M SHITTING MYSELF HELP ME ☹️☹️

The fact I have an insanely sore throat does NOT help either 💀🙏

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omg why did this take forever

inspo: @explosivesnark