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It's that day

The day of my birth

Again

Happy 21st to me

🥳🥳

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I mean...do you want something bad to happen?

Cause I can give you the fic where something bad happens

I would know, I wrote it myself >:3

Abt to finish to matador gothic tn hope nothing bad happens!

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Y'all I think I might've bitten off more than I can chew with this new analysis topic-

If you don't hear from me for another month, it's because I'm locked in my lab like Dr. Jekyll trying to figure out how to switch back from my manic wannabe philosopher Mr. Hyde

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Uh as a representative of the angst fanfiction writers I come bearing a statement

I just wanna watch the world burn and for all of them to know I'm the one holding the matches with a smile

Otherwise known as I'm bored and there's nothing more fun than making other people cry

is promptly kicked out of the courtroom

“Why do you write so much angst?” Because happiness is temporary, but emotional devastation is forever.

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Guys I did a thing

This line came up in conversation

"Oh my dear frog, when will you finally notice the water is warming?"

I WAS TALKING ABOUT INFLUENCING MY BEST FRIEND'S TIKTOK FYP WITH GODDAMN STRAY KIDS THIRST TRAPS

Is this what spending too much time on Tumblr does to a person??

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The number of drafts I have is not nearly as concerning as the number of places I'm storing them

And somehow my Tumblr drafts are the most coherent

I will finish this Greasefire fic if it FUCKING KILLS ME

(There's also a BW fake dating fic mocking me THAT'S ON MY SHIT LIST NEXT)

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GUESS WHO POSTED A NEW FIC THAT'S RIGHT IT'S ME

AFTER A YEAR OF SITTING HALF-DONE, IT HAS BEEN UNEARTHED FROM ITS GRAVE AND COMPLETED

Proof that not all WIPs die a slow, painful death

If you wanna see my latest addition to the very small collection of Nomad fics, you can find it here~

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63264484

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When's the last time I gave Makkaro some love, I can't remember. Unacceptable, I must fix this immediately

(This genuinely took forever fucking HELL)

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It cost his life, took more than he gave

Now he watches from the grave

Makkaro knew he was never going to see the gates of heaven. He knew better than to expect any misgiving of his to be forgiven after all he'd done. He had made his peace with eternal flames and torment.

But this...

This was different. This was neither.

An endless chasm of darkness, devoid of anything other than him. Well, him and a massive window playing his memories. Over and over, making him watch his rise and fall on loop for an eternity without any way to change the outcome.

How fitting for him. A trial of insanity until he overcame it or lost himself in it. Only this time, there would be no reprieve from his mind tearing itself apart in the sweet release of death. It was only right for him.

Saw his hand built kingdom burn

Misses home and can't return

It wasn't his fault. He hadn't meant for it to get so out of hand. He never wanted her to be caught in the middle of this. She swore she would always stand by his side, that was what she'd promised him! What she had vowed to him! It wasn't his fault if she decided to walk out on those promises.

He didn't need her, he never did. Sure, her cause was the spark that caused the flame but now that he had things burning he had no use for her simple-minded desires anymore. No, he had much bigger plans. He was going to tear this city down and cleanse it in vengeful fire. He'd build it back up the way it was supposed to be the entire time. And he'd do it all himself.

All by himself.

All alone.

Always alone.

So very lonely.

When did it get so cold-

No, he couldn't think like that. This was his masterpiece, his life's work, the thing he'd given up everything for. He had to see it through. If he didn't, all that sacrifice would be for nothing. So what if he had skewed so far off the original path that he no longer recognized the destination he was going to? So what if the woman he'd sworn to do this all for had tried to pull him back from going too far? So what if he no longer recognized himself in the mirror with all the blood on his hands? So. What.

None of it mattered. It couldn't matter. If it mattered, it would mean he was wrong and he couldn't be wrong. Not after he'd gone this far. He was long past the point of no return, having doubts now would end in his death. This was his cross to bear.

But he missed her.

Gods forgive him, every heartbeat was a reminder that it beat for someone who was no longer with him. Every second without her ached like a wound that wouldn't heal; scabbing over and granting the relief of numbness until something reminded him that she was gone and would rip it back open, bleeding with the agony of loss again.

He wanted her back. Her sweet eyes, her kind smile, her forgiving heart, he just wanted her back. He wanted their simple life back, the house in the woods where they hid their love from the world, that place where it was just the two of them. Not a princess and a detective, not a runaway and a wanted criminal, not anything the world was expecting them to be. Just Makarro and Gienne, husband and wife.

And he had pushed it all away. The best thing that had ever happened to him and he decided he didn't need her. But that couldn't be further from the truth. He needed her like oxygen, he needed her to keep him grounded in reality. He was losing his mind without her, he'd never survive without her. He had to fix this. He'd go crazy if he didn't.

He just didn't know how.

Says he's happy, he's a liar

Blame the arson for the fire

Where had it all gone so wrong? Actually, he knew exactly where it went wrong. The day she'd showed up with that child of the woman tyrant, there to stop him. The day he'd looked into her eyes and saw them set against him instead of standing with him. Somewhere deep in his heart, he knew then that something was horribly wrong. That he was horribly wrong. But he couldn't admit it, not now, not after everything he'd done to get here. But she was right there. She was back. If he reached out, he could touch her, and she wouldn't vanish like the delirious visions he was so familiar with when sleep evaded him for days. She was there. His darling had returned to him.

But at the same time, she wasn't. No, his darling's eyes never held such brokenhearted contempt for him. His beloved never looked so tired because of him. His wife never stood opposing him like this. But here they were. She was speaking but the words weren't reaching him. He could only process the sound of her voice, like a choir of angels that had all had their wings clipped. He could only stare at her, caught between his lonely heart's relief and his crazed mind's anger. How had he gotten this bad to where he could possibly be angry at the one he held so dear? At a different time, he would've balked at the mere idea of actually turning his righteous anger against the one who had caused it in the first place.

But this was not a different time.

And he was not that same man.

"All of this...I did all of this for you. My entire life I dedicated to you and this is how you thank me?!" He spat the words like they tasted bad, venom lacing his tone.

"I never asked for this, Makkaro!" She shot back like driving a knife into his chest. Makkaro? When was the last time he'd heard her call him by his name? Where had the warm, soothing nicknames that had tamed his worst fears and soothed his every worry gone? Had he driven them away?

He heard himself laugh, an ugly, bitter sound. It didn't sound like him. "No one asks for war, princess. But if it's change you want, then it's war you get. Every royal decree has a price in blood."

No...what was he saying? He felt like he was watching someone that wasn't him puppet his body. A monster, set on death and destruction no matter who or what stood in his way. A monster that would sacrifice the wife he held so dear simply because she dared to challenge him. Was this how far he had fallen? Was this who he had become?

No, it couldn't be. It was the necromancy talking. That dark, perverse power that fueled him had possessed him. That was it, that had to be it. It wasn't his fault, it wasn't even him. It was this power that corrupted him. This power that made him push Gienne away, gods forgive him for the sadness he saw in her eyes she never deserved it, the power that made him fall so far that this was what he became.

It wasn't his fault, he couldn't be blamed for this. It was this power, this uncontrollable urge to destroy.

Maybe if he kept saying it, he'd start believing it.

Maybe if he kept saying it, he'd start believing it.

Maybe if he kept saying it, he'd start believing it.

That phrase kept running through his mind, even as he lay dying in the ruins of everything he'd built. What could he blame now? His fortress was reduced to rubble, his cause was in tatters, his spirit was broken. He could only stare up at the acrid sky in defeat, left to ponder where he'd lost his way.

"Makkaro!"

What was that?

"Mak!"

Was someone calling for him?

"My love, please!"

It sounded like an angel. Was one coming for his soul?

"There you are!"

A figure came into his line of sight, dropping by his side and beginning to check over his injuries. She looked so familiar but it couldn't be. No, she would never come back to him, not after all he'd done.

"Darling...?"

"I'm here, my love, I'm here." Gienne soothed, lacing her hand with his as she pulled his upper body into her lap. "Oh, I was so worried, I thought I'd lost you."

She'd actually come back for him...

She hadn't left him...

She still loved him...

"Darling...I'm so sorry." He wheezed, the words scraping his throat raw.

Sorry wasn't enough. She deserved so much more than sorry. Regret racked every fiber of his being, sorrow pounded against his skull like a drum, defeat weighed so heavy on his chest it was hard to breathe. But he didn't have strength for anything more than sorry. He could only hope she knew he meant so much more than sorry.

"Shh, I know, save your strength and stay alive." She fussed, moving the hair from his face. He could only stare into her eyes, memorizing the color he'd taken for granted for so long. Had they always been that beautiful or had he just not been appreciating them enough?

He wasn't going to make it. A piece of him knew it from the start but now he knew for sure. He was dying and there was nothing he could do to stop it. The only solace he could take was that he was dying in the arms of his wife.

He wanted to reach out to her, to tell her he loved her before he lost all strength, but he couldn't bring himself to. He couldn't break the gentle silence that wrapped around them like a shield. He just stared into her eyes, hoping his held all the love and regret he felt. She smiled down at him, that perfect smile that warmed his very soul. "I forgive you, Makkaro. I can only hope you learn to forgive yourself."

His vision slowly blurred until it faded to black, taking in the last vestiges of the woman he loved. How could he ever forgive himself for betraying her? How could he ever rest knowing what he'd done to her? This wasn't right, it couldn't be over until he made it right.

He had to make it right.

He had to rewrite his ending.

He just didn't know how.

But someone did. Someone who was always listening. Someone who had an idea.

If he wants to cleanse his blame

He'll have to invoke my name

"So you wish to return, is that it?" The voice was coy, knowing it held his fate in it's hands and relishing in it. He couldn't see the person's entire face, only from the mouth down. And the amused grin they held made his stomach churn.

Makkaro swallowed hard. He had one chance to get this right. If he messed up here, he risked erasing his entire existence. "Yes. I wish to go back. I want a chance to fix things. I-I realize what I did was wrong, I need to fix this I can't lose her-"

The voice laughed, leaning forward to rest their chin in their hand. "Oh? Is that what this is about? Her? The fact you betrayed her for power? Pushed her aside for your own plans instead of the ones you made together? Abandoned everything you promised her for your own selfish reasons?"

Makkaro winced with every reason they gave, each one like a further knife twist in his chest. "I messed up, I know-" "Messed up? Is that what you're calling it?" "What do you want me to say?" He asked, exasperated. "What do you want from me? Do I need to grovel, beg for forgiveness, must I languish myself for you to accept that I know I am broken and selfish and unworthy of her love? I know I am undeserving of her and she had every reason to leave me but I have fought my way to you for a second chance. Isn't that enough?"

The person paused. He couldn't see their eyes but he could feel them watching him, scorching his skin with a stare that judged his every action.

"Fine."

"Wait...what?"

"Fine. I'll let you go back and try again. But not like how you came. If you really want to earn your happy ending, you'll have to find someone else's first."

Someone else's happy ending. Live another's life until he could return to his own. "Will I remember before? My previous life? What I'm fighting for?" "Maybe. Maybe not. You'll never know until you get there." The voice had regained its teasing lilt. "So, we got a deal?"

Makkaro contemplated for a minute. If he went though with this, he'd be stuck in someone else's life for gods know how long and he wouldn't even remember what he was living for. If he screwed up again, he'd never be able to see his precious darling again. Gienne and her story would be lost to time forever.

But he had to.

He had to see her.

"Deal."

The smile widened, knuckles cracking before coming to rest on the familiar keys. "Then you know what to do."

He did. He took a breath, reciting a prayer he didn't even realize he knew until the words began to spill out of him.

"Great weaver of stories I invoke you, change my fate from the cruel hands who brought me to ruin. Give me the ending you so desire in a hope of one better than reality."

"And a new ending you shall receive." The hands started to move, clicking away on the keys as they rewrote his fate. His vision blurred and faded, falling into the darkness as he heard an excited giggle. "This is gonna be fun."

One way to absolve his crime

A different form, a different time

"Crow? You still with me?" Raven's voice snapped Crow out of his daze. "Yes Raven, I am here. I did not go anywhere."

Raven raised an eyebrow at him. "You sure? You seemed pretty in your head there. Whatcha thinking about?" It was an interesting question. What was he thinking about? He honestly couldn't remember. But he couldn't shake the cold feeling of fear and dread in his chest. Memories at the very edge of his consciousness that seemed just out of reach, not that they felt like his to remember anyway. "It was nothing. Old memories. They are gone now." Raven stared at him for a moment before letting it go with a shrug. "If you insist. Now come on, we've got work to do."

Crow followed behind Raven, the cold in his chest melting into warmth. Something told him this time would be different. He'd protect her this time. No matter what it cost.

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Tag game tag game tag game!! Y'all know I love these

Last song: Cheese by Stray Kids

Favorite color: Blue

Last movie: Kiki's Delivery Service

Last show: Ameku M.D.: Doctor Detective

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Sweet

Relationship status: Single and staying that way (aro/ace)

Last thing I Googled: Dr. Sherlock anime (look I forgot the name, so sue me)

Current obsession: Stray Kids (hyperfixation is hyperfixating)

Looking forward to: Posting the draft I've been working on (I'm going to ruin lives >:3)

@capitalisticveins @melody-55

Ten people I'd like to get to know better

Tagged by @marshmallow--shark Thanks for the tag!

Last song: Intro/Chamber The Cartridge by Rise Against

Favourite colour: Orange!

Last book: A Brief History of Intelligence by Max Bennett

Last movie: That Christmas (it was kinda weird and we didn't finish it)

Last show: Jentry Chau vs. the Underworld

Sweet/spicy/savoury: I don't have much of a sweet tooth anymore, but I used to. Savoury!

Relationship status: Happily single

Last thing I googled: "quality" synonym

Current obsession: Star Trek: Enterprise. This is my fallback obsession. Close behind is Jentry Chau as a very recent one.

Looking forward to: Seeing a concert and a musical next year!

Tagging: @ionamalachite @peculiarreality @thetachapel02 @deadheaddaisy @papercranesong @talshiargirlfriend @glitter-and-metal @dragons-in-spaceee @pearlypairings @strze-lec

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The things I WANT to do versus the things I have the TIME and ENERGY to do are two vastly different things and it hurts my soul

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And on today's episode of "Jacks is bored out of their skull during church so she's making it everyone's problem" we have religious trauma >:3

Specifically for David.

There's a nagging voice in the back of my head that says David used to be a devout Catholic but isn't anymore. Because he defected after the accident, right?

Wrong. (Like I'd ever be that basic, do you know who you're talking to?)

Gabe encouraged David's connection to the church, it was one of the only things that still had remnants of his mother and Gabe didn't want him to lose that piece of her. So they went every week, participated in the activities, went to confession, all the good Catholic things. Active but not completely devoted members of the church. But after the accident, David ramped up his level of commitment. To his credit, the ladies of the church were one of the only pillars of support he had to lean on at the time, always checking on him and bringing him food and generally being sweet old Catholic women who wanted to take care of one of the younger members they've known since he was born.

David threw himself into the church and all it encompassed after his dad died, desperately seeking some sense of familiarity and stability. When everything was turning upside down, that was when you were supposed to turn to God to get you through it, right? He was supposed to help, to let you get through this, to let you be okay, why wasn't he okay yet.

Was God not listening? Was he ignoring him? Had David done something wrong to anger him? Was that why this had happened? He thought he'd followed all the rules, he thought he'd done everything right, why was he being punished if he was a good Catholic? Bad things weren't supposed to happen to good followers. Was it a test? If so, a test of what? How long was he supposed to suffer? He'd turned to the church when his mom died and even more so when his dad died, why was he still in pain? Why hadn't God made everything better yet? What more was he supposed to do?

Maybe he just wasn't worth it. Maybe God had decided he wasn't good enough to deserve his help. Maybe he hadn't tried hard enough, hadn't done what he was supposed, hadn't been the good Catholic he needed to be. Maybe it was all his fault. If he'd been a better disciple, a better son, a better man, none of this would've happened.

And it was that heavy guilt that David carried with him as he stepped into his father's shoes. Asher noticed, of course, but elected not to say anything. He figured that David already had a family around him, that he'd go to them for help with this kind of thing, not knowing he'd started skipping church and avoiding the community because everything weighed so heavy on him. How could he go back and face them when he wasn't even sure God was real anymore?

To this day he still wears a gold cross necklace that his dad gave him for his 18th birthday. He's never been back to the church, at least not officially. He's only gone back once, right before the wedding. Something about moving on to this major chapter in his life without the church felt...weird. Like something was missing. So one late evening he went in and went to confession, for the first time in almost six years.

He didn't say much to the preacher, didn't want to risk revealing his identity. But he just sat and talked. Talked about his dad, about how everything spiraled after his death, about how he struggled with his faith and still didn't know if he believed anymore. And he talked about Angel and the pack, how much he loved them and how happy he was to be marrying someone so perfect alongside his best friend, how he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life surrounded by friends and family and the people that really loved him. And that's when it hit him.

"Maybe this was what God was testing me for. Maybe everything I went through was the labor to earn this. Maybe it was all worth it in the end because now I'm here. Or maybe it was all me and my efforts. Maybe I made my own destiny. I guess I won't know until I meet Him myself. Or I don't. Either way I get my answer."

He never told Angel or the others about the confession, they wouldn't understand it. This was something for him, something he needed to finally end that chapter of his life. He didn't need religion anymore, he'd already found an angel.

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For anyone wondering, I made it home safe! I've been in the throes of finals hell for the past few days but I'm home and I'm alive and have more David angst sitting in my drafts so stayed tuned for that

It has religious trauma >:3

Hi I'm stuck in an airport on my first solo trip with a flight that's been delayed twice now trying not to have a panic attack so welcome to my distraction post 🙃

I have a nagging feeling that David is terrified of flying. He understands it's perfectly safe, hell it's safer than driving, but he can't stand flying.

There are so many things that can go wrong on a plane and he has thought through every single possibility. He can't stand the uncertainty. And though that's what he says his main fear is, he knows there's more to it.

He fears being lost and leaving those he cares for behind. A plane crash can leave you anywhere, never to be found again. At least with his dad he got the closure of knowing where he was and that he was buried back home. For a plane crash, he wouldn't get that. He'd just be gone, left to rot somewhere his family would never be able to visit. Any burial would be a representation but wouldn't actually hold him. He'd be a lost soul, stuck somewhere he never belonged.

Not to mention the people he'd unwillingly abandon. The thought of his Angel and the pack finding out he was gone made his chest hurt. He knew the effect the Inversion had on all of them, something like this would ruin them. Imagining Angel being alone in the house or Asher losing his smile was something he just couldn't take. He would never put his family in a position where he could hurt them like that. Not if he could help it.

He could say he just didn't trust flying all he liked. But he knew deep down that wasn't the whole truth. And he would take that truth to the grave.

This was weird and incoherent and stupid but hey it was distraction enough for me so yaaaaaay

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Hi I'm stuck in an airport on my first solo trip with a flight that's been delayed twice now trying not to have a panic attack so welcome to my distraction post 🙃

I have a nagging feeling that David is terrified of flying. He understands it's perfectly safe, hell it's safer than driving, but he can't stand flying.

There are so many things that can go wrong on a plane and he has thought through every single possibility. He can't stand the uncertainty. And though that's what he says his main fear is, he knows there's more to it.

He fears being lost and leaving those he cares for behind. A plane crash can leave you anywhere, never to be found again. At least with his dad he got the closure of knowing where he was and that he was buried back home. For a plane crash, he wouldn't get that. He'd just be gone, left to rot somewhere his family would never be able to visit. Any burial would be a representation but wouldn't actually hold him. He'd be a lost soul, stuck somewhere he never belonged.

Not to mention the people he'd unwillingly abandon. The thought of his Angel and the pack finding out he was gone made his chest hurt. He knew the effect the Inversion had on all of them, something like this would ruin them. Imagining Angel being alone in the house or Asher losing his smile was something he just couldn't take. He would never put his family in a position where he could hurt them like that. Not if he could help it.

He could say he just didn't trust flying all he liked. But he knew deep down that wasn't the whole truth. And he would take that truth to the grave.

This was weird and incoherent and stupid but hey it was distraction enough for me so yaaaaaay

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Soooo I swore last year that I wouldn't listen to Blue Infinity until it was done because I refused to get dragged through the ups and downs of Desmond's schedule again

Well, the finale went up this morning and a certain someone (hi Escaped) has so helpfully reminded me of my promise so now I have to follow through

So I decided to make this a little more fun and do another live reaction thing and drag all of you along for the ride :3

Hope you brought snacks, this is gonna be a long one-

!!Spoilers ahead if you haven't listened to Blue Infinity!!

I've been told since I liked Matador Gothic ("liked" is not nearly a strong enough word for it but okay-) that I'll love this so I have high expectations

I also have literally zero idea what the plot is going into this, all I know is that there's pirates and weird time anomaly things so this is gonna be fun

Episode One

YouTube won't let me do picture in picture boooo

New Vermont, that's a new one alright-

That's a child, whose child is this

Oh?? A promise to a special someone?? Oo, alright I'm invested now (that didn't take long)

Okay so this is Fletcher. Good to meet ya properly after so long avoiding you-

So, little fun fact about me, I absolutely love fast forward moments when you see the married main characters talk about their spouse I don't know why but it sends the little girl in me who grew up reading fairy tales about happily ever after into a squealing giggle fit so listening to Fletcher and Lily talk about Lass like this is making me so happy

It's been so long since I actually heard Desmond's voice that I straight up didn't recognize him for a second well hello you Houdini ass bitch

"He sent us a letter" Isn't...isn't he blind?? Excuse the man for not remembering a thing he can't even see

That music just plucked the weird sense of deja vu out of my soul Escaped I know my memory is shit but that doesn't mean you need to make me feel like Simon-

The what? He said that name so fast I don't even know what it was-

The accent getting shakier and shakier is unfortunate but kinda funny I'm sorry XD

Alright, out of the future, time to actually start this story!

Ooo shiny blue something~ (I don't blame you Fletcher, I have crow brain too)

"Perhaps there's some kind of rational explanation" Honey this is an Escaped script, nothing about this is going to be rational

I'm going to assume the lady in the ice is Lass aka us! What could I have possibly done to get the Obi-Wan treatment

Is he literally just standing there breathing on me like a fucking weirdo, it's 1789 I bet his breath is horrid-

I'm not used to this level of visual for an Escaped video, the scene changes are fun

So the Drift is the continents doing the continent thing, clearly I've been listening to too much GB cause I thought it meant the planets or universe splitting and this was all in space. How boring :P

IMMA BE A PIRATE >:D

What is with Escaped series having their roll credits moment in the first episode

Ah well, we're in it now folks!

Also this outro music is epic as hell

~Dinner break~

Episode Two

I've got my picture in picture back! That'll make this so much easier-

Ooo, that background is so pretty

Gaia's Mercy...as a timber ship

Gaia, goddess of the earth...

Yeah you deserve to get boarded by pirates for that one, ya brought it on yourselves

Fletcher is really skinny for a seaborne lumberjack, we were robbed of thicc Fletcher y'all

:D HI DADE

A bride?? Moi?? Sir I don't know what you mean

Immediately sending my soft handed self to go rigging ropes, do you want me to tear my hands open Fletcher?

Don't hurt yourself Fletcher, it's just a sail-

"So you want to be a sailor" I mean not really but I don't have much a choice now do I

Y'know what, I could fully believe Stonehenge was a gateway to the fae realm

Boooo Byron you're so boring, have some fun for once in your life

OOO YES SHANTY TIME

I love sea shanties, I'm having a great time

WOO ENCORE

Sir I have anxiety, I'd rather throw myself overboard than sing in front of people (still love to sing though)

I'm gonna get kidnapped, I can sense it~

Hi Scythe, how've ya been

Bro, Carmichael, take the hook and stab his eyes out it's not that hard

Can I just like...go over there and shove that hook where it'll really sting? How's a castration sound >:3

HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A GUN, LITERALLY PUSH HIM OVERBOARD WHAT'S HE GONNA DO

Bitch you touch me and I'm knocking your teeth out

Commanded by a scary pirate blah blah blah, we're in the middle of the ocean do you know how long it's gonna take before he even starts to suspect you're missing?

RUN YE BASTARDS >:D

So I've been at sea for all of an hour and have already started a war with pirates...that's a new record

Episode Three

And it's gone again, how have I made a mini series of "Which Blue Infinity episodes will let me have picture in picture"

Three weeks?? Honey I was on a boat for a couple of hours and wanted a nap the second I stepped foot on dry land, I'm gonna walk off the ship and just pass out in the grass

Byron, calm yourself there's a lady present >:P

I can tell you why it hasn't moved again, ✨️plot convenience✨️

So an area of the world no one can get to cause you'll get stuck since the winds don't blow...I've been listening to too much Epic the Musical cause my immediate thought was Calypso's island-

...so the Simon Fletcher knew on the whaling ship is definitely Blind Simon, right?

Byron calling someone else foul-mouthed. Pot, meet kettle

Also, to no one's surprise, Escaped manages to find a way to rope Spanish culture into a series (not that you're gonna hear me complain but it happens every time XD)

A bartender that always lies, now that's a concept I could use

Oh no it's white boy Spanish Byron stop it hurts-

Don't worry Fletcher I can't dance either, we'll look stupid together

Awww, Captain asking her to dance, that's so sweet

Feels like I'm dancing with my dad, loving the moment

Fletcher asking Lass to dance got me over here giggling and kicking my feet god I am such a sucker for classic romance

I'm very prepared for this moment to go so incredibly wrong, what's the catch Escaped you can't trick me

THAT WAS SO CUTE MY FACE HURTS FROM SMILING

And here come the buzzkills~

Johnny, they know you're a liar, say yes they'll never believe you

If Francesca talks any slower I'm going to punch her, maybe a few less teeth will help ya spit it out

So Olaf ran to tattle because he got his ass handed to him, sounds like a you problem ya overconfident bastard

Stop letting her monolog and kick her knees in already why is this such a hard concept

"We won't hurt you" Uh yeah I'm gonna take an educated guess and call bullshit

We could've avoided all this if any of you went with the SURPRISE ATTACK BUT NOOOO NOW FLETCHER HAS A HOLE IN HIS FUCKIN CHEST

Girl, jump overboard and swim, it's the 1700s it'll take him at least 30 seconds to reload if he wants to kill you it's not that goddamn hard

"My name...is Blind Simon" No, really? I thought it was Deaf Patrick, no fucking shit Sherlock

Once again, the outro music goes hard

Episode Four

We're halfway through and I am so invested in this, I'm very glad I waited it would've been torture waiting in real time

And the picture in picture returns! Yes I'm going to keep updating this

Have it?? Have what?? HEH??

Sir get your hand off my goddamn neck before I snap it

Sweat of Neptune? ...ew (Also waiter you got some Roman in my Greek mythology YOUR SHIP IS PERSEPHONE BUT YOU'RE AFTER NEPTUNE PICK A FUCKING CITY AND STICK TO IT)

"I'm sure you want answers" Actually no I'm perfectly fine with my gem just being pretty and mysterious, fuck you

"I joined a whaling ship" Called it-

"The green stone hold the tears of Neptune" And a-yoink, mine now bye <3

Oh hi Lily, I was wondering when you'd finally enter the story

So if your whole thing is finding a siren, the fuck you need me for?

Yeah how about...no, my gem it's pretty >:P

Lass, take a page out of Faith's book and kick him in the dick

I don't care if it's worth protecting or not! I'm just keeping it cause you want it and I don't like you! Spite is a powerful thing

Aww, Fletcher has come for me

OH YOU BITCH

WHAT THE FUCK

Oh this explains a few things from episode one but I don't like it

Episode Five

Escaped you better have some damn good comfort fluff for hurting my girl

My picture in picture remains

Oh we're back in the future with some lovely Keya art~

Yes, please continue the story Fletcher

Avenge me Fletcher, avenge my eyes

Oh? Hello again Lily

Dude, how do you expect me to tell if you're still bleeding they took my fucking eyes

Lady I've learned to not trust literally anyone I come across here

Oh that's...a sound

Oh he got hit in the shoulder, I thought he just had a hole in his sternum

"You have something of mine" The next person that asks for this gem is getting beat with it

Ooo what does it do

Simon's controls the wind, I'm gonna take a wild guess and say one controls the waves, and shot in the dark for the last one and say it controls the creatures of the ocean. If bringing them all together would create a new god of the sea then the three have to have an element of the god's domain in the pieces left over. The wind, the waves, and all the things that live in the water. That's my theory, we're just gonna run with it and guess that Lass's gem controls the water

Oh I met Simon. HE STOLE MY FUCKING EYES

Aw, poor Lily

Wait did she kidnap a dude?? Is she holding some guy hostage because she likes his stories??

The picture in my head of this scene right now is so classically cheesy and I'm in love

Yes, stick your finger in my eye, that sounds like a great idea

...is that who I think it is?

Oh my god he's back-

What happened to him he sounds crazy and I kind of love it

Oh Fletcher, sit down baby you're losing it XD

This isn't happening, this ragtag group is not real oh my sweet lord we're all gonna die-

But it's gonna be funny-

Episode Six

Pretty sure my picture in picture is secure now but I'll keep updating for continuity

Claw has interchangeable hands, why am I not surprised

Just say you want a robot Escaped, any series that manages to take place after 2010 would be a miracle all on its own-

Scythe hits those T's so hard, like my guy it's just a letter it's not that serious XD

"I got it in" Good job buddy, proud of you

Fletcher doesn't need his mom to find him a wife, he's already got one he just doesn't know it yet <3

"Isn't she a beauty" I'd love to tell you but I seem to be lacking eyeballs

Charms, sure Claw, whatever you saw hun

Wait what am I up to, filling cracks in the wood or something?

I can physically see him leading her by the arm god that's that good shit

Awww stop it you're too sweet

I love blind and seeing romances, something about it scratches that good itch in my brain

Oh shit, partial vision that's fun

This entire scene has me gnawing at the bars of my enclosure I'm actually obsessed

Like I said, I used to be a romance writer and still adore writing love stories, I just prefer my fluff with a heaping helping of angst nowadays

Oh please tell me he does

Please

I'm begging

YES

FINALLY

I'm sold, I'm officially sold, I'm gonna scream

Thanks for the tension break Claw, ya bitch -_-

Claw is just me in this situation and I hate it-

Ooo, song time song time!

Yeah yeah Lily used to love Simon and it's sad, where's my song

Lily really said "I can fix him" and did not-

So what I'm hearing is all of this is Lily's fault

Ooo yes yes what does the thing do

Oh? If Lass used the stone to protect herself in a block of ice, my theory about it controlling the water might actually be right

Is it just that it can freeze water? I mean I doubt it but if it is then that's boring :P

Oh no Lily don't do it-

Also I never got my song, I was swindled >:P

Episode Seven

Still got picture in picture

Who let Claw be the captain of this disaster

I mean, I too think a ship isn't proper unless it has a cannon

Ooo, good name Lass I like it

I've been tying ropes this whole time? Damn, can't imagine the kinds of calluses I've got by now

A sword hand attachment, love it

Fletcher got a battle axe, now he's a proper Scotsman-

Oh? What do I get?

Awww, how sweet I got a map

I mean I would've preferred a knife or something but sure, a map will do

Well considering we've seen the future and he's still alive, I don't think you've got much to worry about Lily

Let's go kill a pirate >:3

Okay not kill but rip his eye out at least

Her singing voice really is pretty, I can see why you'd want to follow it to your death

I'd trust Claw with my drink, even if he couldn't hold it-

That's gonna be a fun reunion "Hey wassup, not dead, just been with a siren"

Oh poor Claw XD

I'm so excited for this

The gang's all here!

Aw, dad hug <3

Divide and conquer boys >:3

We love a captain that can give a good rallying speech

The lands within the dead winds is like Bermuda's Triangle. I'm sure there's something there it's just an island but unlike most islands, this one won't eventually become a family wreath instead of a family tree because islands keep getting added to it and bringing fresh blood

Like I'd ever let you go Fletcher, you're stuck with me now

I can practically hear the Pirates of the Caribbean music coming

FIRE!!

Well shit-

Oh? Oh this is gonna be fun

I hate the silence~

Ow, my ears-

Now I'm gonna be blind *and* deaf

Oh?? What's this??

Hi Saku! Didn't expect to see you here!

Spirit of the water?? I was right??

THAT'S WHERE IT ENDS?? ESCAPED YOU CLIFFHANGING ASSHOLE

Episode Eight

As I suspected the picture in picture is fine

I've never been more ready for a finale in my life

So she can control the water, just chooses to make it freeze? Is that what I'm getting? I just really want to be right :P

You can't escape me Simon, I want my eyes back

GET EM CLAW

CHAAAAARGE

Oh please let me fuck Francesca up I'm begging you

You're calling *me* a whore? Seriously?

TAKE THAT YOU BITCH

AHHHHHHH >:3

Oh Simon~ You can't hide forever~

SHE'S NOT A RAMSHACKLE YOU TAKE THAT BACK

Oh shit-

Let me pry the stone out of his undeserving socket

Desmond is really good at this desperate anger and sadness

Bring him back to sanity Lily

Welp, he's just gonna drown

I mean I know he won't but still

Hi Lily, please sort out your psycho boyfriend

Honey, you disgraced yourself a long time ago

Yes, cry for me Simon you deserve it >:3

Am I being cruel? Yes

Do I care? Fuck no, HE ORDERED FOR MY EYES TO BE STABBED OUT

"What will I be?" A blind dude with a lot of enemies? Idfk, you figure it out

Is it over? I mean we're still stuck in the middle of the ocean

So did everything just like...freeze?

I mean she ended the Drift so did everything get like locked in place wherever it is now?

I still don't like Simon, Lily deserves so much better than him

Girl, get yourself a man that didn't literally become the most feared pirate in the world to find you, we call that a stalker

And we're back to the future

The story's been told

What will they do now?

So if Fletcher got the Blood, Lass has the Tears, where does that live the Tears?

Simon turned from a pirate to a music box maker? That's...really sweet

Fletcher and Lass being the power couple of the century

Aww, the promise was to take Lass home!

I'M FUCKING DEAD??

HUH??

WHEN HE TOLD MABEL TO GO TAKE CARE OF HER GRANDMOTHER, HE MEANT MY FUCKIN COFFIN??

OH MY GOD

I hate this

I hate everything about this

Fuck this

Let me go home, Simon

I'm gonna have to go back and read the live chat for this, I'm sure it exploded

Oh my god Fletcher stop it I'm gonna cry

I DIDN'T KNOW THE "HER" IN LEAVE HER, JOHNNY WAS ME

NOT CARMICHAEL'S ASHES

FUCK. THIS.

Escaped what did we do to deserve this

Oh god, not a final speech from Fletcher

I swear to god, if I cry I'm gonna make it everyone's problem

Escaped, genuine question, how hard was it to keep the accent while crying

I need to know

I'm not ready either Fletcher T-T

THIS IS NOT THE ENDING I PAID FOR WITH MY FUN PIRATE JOURNEY

I just wanted to be a pirate-

"I can't do it" I CAN'T EITHER

Fletcher if you don't let go I never will, something's gotta give here

One more song?

Oh fuck you

This is cruel and unusual punishment

Why would you want me to go through this

Soul-crushing ending aside, I really do love this song

Y'all I'm not gonna make it, it physically hurts

Set me free Walter I beg you

OH IT'S OVER

THANK GOD I COULDN'T TAKE MORE

Final Thoughts

As with everything that Escaped creates, this was flawless

Absolute 10000000/10, I couldn't have asked for a better pirate adventure

I'm glad I waited, even if it meant I got bullied in the Discord every time a new episode came out and I was reminded of my vow

I know there's some very exciting things coming down the pipeline (Neon Memorium WHEN) and I can only imagine what you've got in store for us

Matador Gothic is still my favorite though, this is a close second but it's gonna take an act of God to dislodge Alfonso from his spot as best boy I don't know what to tell ya

@escapedaudios I DID THE THING YOU CAN STOP BADGERING ME NOW :P

[jacks347]

Somehow I saw this coming (Also SW is my favorite so you're definitely not gonna hear me complain)

@melody-55 @capitalisticveins @irrelevant-system

I made another quiz with 5 new listeners!

To find out if you’re Freelancer, Lovely, Darlin’, Starlight or Angel you can reference this post here. I’ll also repost it so it easier to find.

Anyways here’s the new quiz, feel free to shout at me about your result, thoroughly enjoyed it last time!

Oh and I reeled in the character descriptions this time so they’re a bit less deep lol

[jacks347]

Obligatory k-pop mention (shocked it took until me)

Mountains and Social Path by Stray Kids

(Also Double Knot and Silent Cry, ADHD makes my brain a broken iPod and I've been listening to a *lot* of Stray Kids okay-)

@cannibalisticveins @melody-55 @irrelevant-system

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

[jacks347]

A story about a very religious boy who goes to confession every week to pray for God to take his gay thoughts away and the priest's son practicing to take over for his father who slowly falls in love with him until one day when he comes to confession in tears because someone caught him with another boy and he's being burned as a witch, accused by the town and his scared lover that he'd put a spell on him and was practicing witchcraft

The priest finally pulls back the curtain to confess his feelings and help him escape but he's already gone, dragged to the pyre and it's only as the torches are lit that he finally learns the name and face of the boy who stole his heart

"Caleb. Caleb Thomas. The blacksmith's son. That's who he was. The boy who came to confession every week, who begged for the Lord to forgive him, to take away the part of him that was so wrong and broken. The boy I'd come to love. The boy I watched now as my father lit the wood beneath his feet, condemning him to fires far worse than the ones that would sear his mortal skin.

Did he know? Did he know how he'd broken every rule I'd ever been taught with his laugh? How he'd torn down all the walls I'd put up as he told his story? How he'd taught me what love really was? That love was never just the transaction my parents made it seem, it was so much more beautiful than that. Love lived and grew and was so strong it made your head spin and I had it. I'd felt it. But I never got to live it. I was too scared, too stuck in the ways of the past like the generations before me. And now I'd never feel it again. I'm so sorry Caleb. I couldn't save you, I can't even save myself. If loving you is so wrong, then take my heart with you. Let it die in the fire that engulfs you, for that will be the only way I can live in the way I'm supposed to. May God have mercy on your soul."

"David Williams, you have no idea what you've done to me. I see you out there, your eyes just as beautiful as the first time we met. Do you see me now? Do you realize all I've done to try and fill the hole in my heart that was only ever meant for you? Don't cry, my love, I'm not worth your tears. Don't blame yourself for my mistakes. Don't fall in the eyes of the Lord you hold so dear because of me. I was never worth your time, your attention, your heart. I could never be worth it.

I tried, I tried so hard to forget you. To replace you, to rebuke you. But your eyes, your smile, your laugh, they haunt my dreams and remind me of these thoughts and how broken I am. My heart shouldn't miss a beat whenever we make eye contact during mass, I shouldn't ache for your touch whenever our hands would brush together during communion, I shouldn't want you the way I've never wanted a woman. But I do. God strike me down where I stand, I do. And it's because of that I can't have you. I won't taint you the way I've been, I won't give the devil your heart the way he's taken mine. I can only hope God will forgive my grave sin of loving you."

(I wish I could say I was sorry but y'all know I'm not)

(hums "Love was the law, religion was taught")