#<this is a joke. we are joking. this is something that We Did To Ourself due to our need to be meticulous on tagging and such

[mantisgodsdomain]

we don't think any of you guys know how fucking hard masterposts are

[slay-the-heroine]

Of course that's it. She's dead.

The Narrator:

Yes. Exactly. It's over.

The Narrator:

With your work done, you make your way back up the stairs, closing the door to the basement behind you.

Voice of the Prince:

It felt cruel. Was that truly what had to be done?

The Narrator:

It was not in vain. However, greater good or not, you did kill someone. That does not sit lightly on the soul. But, it was for the greater good. One of these days, the burden will lessen. The ends justify the means, as they say.

Voice of the Prince:

... Yes, well, that day is not today. Let's be on our way.

The Narrator:

You open the door, ready to return to a world saved from certain doom.

The Narrator:

Only, a world saved from certain doom isn't what you find. Instead, what you find is nothing at all. Where a lush forest stood mere minutes ago, the only thing in front of you now is the vast emptiness of some place far away.

Voice of the Prince:

Where... did everything go?

The Narrator:

Everyone is fine. It's just that you and the cabin are now far away from them. Don't worry. You'll be safe here. This is good. Everyone is happy. You'll be happy.

...

Voice of the Prince:

Do you... Not have anything to say about this?

The Narrator:

You don't. Like I said, you're happy. This is what's best for everyone, trust me.

The Narrator:

Time passes. you can't be sure if it's days, or months, or— Wait, what is going on?

Voice of the Prince:

Months are going by? Well no wonder the cabin is starting to look so... Warped.

The Narrator:

What's happening to it? It's not supposed to get all gross like this...

Voice of the Prince:

What are you talking about? Do you not know? We need to get out of here before it falls apart. The walls are creaking and I'm not a fan of the mold creeping in.

The Narrator:

There is none of that! Don't be ridiculous. The cabin is fine, and you're very, very happy, because the Heroine has been slain.

Voice of the Prince:

I might be happier in a cabin that wasn't rotting. Now, are you going to start describing things accurately or do I need to do your job for you?

The Narrator:

I-I am doing my job! Time is passing, and it's wonderful and boring.

Voice of the Prince:

Alright, that's enough of you. Hey, we're not just going to wait in this mess, right?

...

Voice of the Prince:

Hello? What's going on with you?

The Narrator:

You're—

Voice of the Prince:

Whatever, we're not going to sit here while this place falls apart.

The Narrator:

And what do you think you'll be doing instead?

Voice of the Prince:

We walk back over to the door and head down the stairs.

The Narrator:

No you— Stop that!

Voice of the Prince:

The steps are creaking under our weight, the dampness of the air has left them moldy and disgusting. It really was a good thing we slayed her, isn't it?

The Narrator:

Quit it with that, this is no joking matter, you—

- - -

Voice of the Prince:

We reach the basement. We see — Ugh, good Lord! I'm not describing that!

The Narrator:

She... The Heroine's corpse lays in various stages of decomposition. Blistering here, bloating there, liquifying... Despite it all, her skeletal teeth peek through enough to make her seem like she's still smirking. The air is acrid with the smell of rotting meat and sourness. Your blade is still in her chest, untainted by the decay around it.

The Narrator:

Something crashes upstairs.

Voice of the Prince:

You hear that? We need to get out of here. Grab the knife.

The Narrator:

And what, pray tell, would you do if you did grab it?

Voice of the Prince:

Quit messing around! Do you hear the thumping in the walls? It'll cave in any second. The decision-maker seems to be out of commission, so... We take the knife, and we stab ourself.

The Narrator:

Everything was going to be happy and safe, and you're just going to kill yourself!? Ugh, the blade sinks into your heart, and you die. There, now are you happy?

Voice of the Prince:

We'll be fine. It's better than whatever this cabin is being damned to.

The Narrator:

Fine. Whatever. No more rotting cabin. The end.

>>>

[fictionfixations]

going through 2.5

2.5 STORY SPOILERS

trigger warning later of minor character death. shown off screen but is described in a way that could sound horrible to the faint of heart

WHAT

i know i joked in my previous post when going through 2.4 that it sounded like the start of a fanfiction but im genuinely disgusted by this ew i was really fucking tempted to just write a fic where jiaoqiu beats his ass (even though i know hoolay is way more powerful then him) but also 2.5 already came out so i gotta get through the story before i get spoiled

the smart choice would be to do 2. but also fuck you hoolay im doing 1. HHH jiaoqiu's voice sounds so like. stressed. like trying to have composure but you can tell hes struggling a little.

also im sorry but hoolays human form looks so fucking ugly (okay maybe im biased but also FUCK YOU HOOLAY) idk ppl might still simp for him but also fuck you im on jiaoqius side >:(

STOPPP USING THE WORD ALPHA like ive heard it so many times in media im DONE i cant hear it the same 😭

"💀 " "None Can Hurt Me" UHHMSOFJFO i sure hope nothing happens to you buddy but

BURN BABY BURN

what the fuck im scared

wait but so i CAN go try to get help? IM SCARED WHAT HAPPENS. uh. uh. uh. FUCK YOU HOOLAY IM DOING IT

wait if i do this will he die. like the the the npc?!?!??!?! GUYSS

AHAHa.. AHgahah.... im. so fucing nervous

im. ohhhh fuck literal chills. im. should i look at what other options i can do to escape or. im so fucking stressed holy shit. logically speaking if jiaoqiu leaves and the ship gets sabotaged or whatever he could die (both him and npc). if he asks him to send a message then the npc will die. guys i hate this what the fuck

I HATE THAT ITS RED TEXT. okay with acheron it was a little startling but we never got like a warning that OUR ACTIONS have CONSEQUENCES. im so fucking scared

me too man. me too. idont want jiaoqiu to die thoguh what if what we choose changes whether or not he dies in canon im

okay ive talked to everyone. and the warning text for everyone is

the skarskiff(?) guy is just an ordinary person the realm keeping person is not prepared for this kind of emergency and that the cloud knight doesnt have backup (has the same choice options as the realm keeping person of borisin are here and introducing ourself)

also that we're being watched. who the fuck

okay the best option would be to cloud knight. but also is it a good idea? no. but. hiusgh. oh my god i hate this.

IM GOING TO BITE THE BULLET. i dont trust that this will end well for me but the logical option even if i get fucked later is to alert someone. a cloud knight knows what risks and responsibilities they're taking on by becoming one and if they die well fuck man but i REFUSE to just not do anything because that'd be like. playing into hoolays hands which 1. i hate him. 2. as a person who very much values my independence I NEED OUT OF THIS SITUATION

and maybe its what hoolay wants, for us to fail his 'test' but whatever. IM REBELLIOUS. (and probably really dumb)

cant wait to see how this affects story in the future. and also seeing how different choices affect things when i watch other people do this. haha. but predicting that they might not talk to anyone out of fear IM going to talk to someone

uhh im going to introduce myself first. its like how you're meant to share your address first in emergencies or something i think maybe? because if the call cuts out then they can find you quickly (i think your phone can be tracked but it takes awhile its not that easy i think?)

okay i did it. wheres the guy who was watching me i cant remember where he was. is he gone? did he disappear? i acnt tell im so fuckings tressed

nothing happened but. but the cloud knights gone now (presumably to spread the news)

i. do i tell other people ? do i. im. okay im

i only talked to the cloud knight. and then im going to do what hoolay asked. thats it. im not brave or reckless enough to tell eVEryone

HIS VOICE IS TREMBLING for the 100th time i hate this

GUH

I FORGOT THEY HAVE OFFICIAL IDENTITIES PRETENDING TO BE--

oh fuck MY DUMBASS

his voice... AGHH JIAOQIUUU

GO FUCK YOURSELF YOURE NOT THE BOSS OF ME

i knew it. i fucking knew it. IM JUSTIFYING IT TO MYSELF BECAUSE CLOUD KNIGHT YOU BECOME IT KNOWING YOU COULD DIE OKAY. id rather have tried to escape then not at all and prove his racist belief 'right'. okay i know im probably in the wrong because they couldve lived if i didnt do anything and i had a hunch that they wouldve died if i asked for help. but. okay at my core i am selfish. and for all i knew there was a teeny tiny chance that it couldve succeeded

and listen. im quoting twisted wonderland now.

"Zero is zero no matter what you multiply it by, right? But if you take some form of action, that zero could potentially become 0.001. And 0.001 has a chance of becoming 100. In which case, there's no reason NOT to do it." (Book 6 - Chapter 48 • A Sequel Cut Short)

i hate these kinds of mind games.

hoolay fucking yapping and i know we're in a tough situation meant to demonstrate how jiaoqiu's kind of powerless but hoolays just talking about how jiaoqiu will eventually crumble and im just. yeah okay big talk. and like i get that hoolay does have connections still and ppl pretending to be foxians keeping a close eye on everything and genuinely wont hesitate to kill someone but okay i just hate him

god he sounds like one of those people who are like. when you refuse their advances and they go 'oh so youre playing hard to get huh?' and keep going with the belief that we definitely want them or some shit💀

i should pretend. but no i cant. thats not the kind of person i am.

oh shit. yeah okay remind me that maybe this could potentially lead to jiaoqiu dying in canon. i mean. its happened in npc stories before right? like that one person in penacony who we could choose to stop her from falling or let her fall

but fucking OW. hoolay talking doesnt terrify me. and maybe thats why im choosing all the dumb options. but ow.

does he have this pose if we pretend to show weakness? i mean maybe its cause we got hurt and hes exaggerating it and showing weakness then. or maybe it actually hurts like a bitch and he cant help but show reaction.

OMG MOZE

okay actually other idea of jiaoqius plan. contacting someone for help and deliberately being caught so its not suspicious if we go along with his demands too easily (but having another plan to get help thats more secret)

like okay i know it was my choice to try to get help and fucking it up but still canon-like right. although i doubt he'd be okay sacrificing an innocent life so um oops

AHHH FUCKING LITERAL CHILLS. we got jiaoqiu flashback where he was like a healer on the battlefield. i dont think im saying that right i forgot what theyre called. but like remember feixiao mentioning in 2.4 how jiaoqiu healed her, and later became her like main healer or something something i forget the wording

and then it goes black and we hear hoolays voice. i have a little hunch that it might be the thing to stop the lupitoxin's effects starting to fade, nad thus the toxin starting to affect him

hh his voice... :(

yeah okay so let us go

sorry did he just bite someone and they turned into a borisin or did it just get rid of the guys disguise

i wasnt paying attention to who it was. i know it wasnt mok tok (different appearance, also it showed jiaoqiu turning away to not see it and mok tok standing there while that was happening)

its genuinely so confusing trying to tell who is a foxian and whose a borisin cause disguises but i assume its an actual borisin who was disguised...

hes talking to moze but all i can hear is monke from ben's stream (aka moze's EN VA LMFAO)

OH IT WAS A NORMAL FOXIAN

what if he does it on jiaoqiu but then they figure out how to turn jiaoqiu back to normal and learn how to cure feixiao. right? right??? probably not but im so stressed

HOLY SHIT JIAOQIU. he sounds so.. wrung out. exhausted.

acting is fucking 10/10 he sounds kind of unhinged but in the slow still exhausted but with emphasis on some of the words?? like. like he still has fight in him. i dont know how to explain this but its really cool

oh shit does he die now

hooly fucking shit literal chills the text appearing on the black screen actually like communicating in a way to us and helping us get an idea of whats going on

okay major manga spoilers for demon slayer. but here is my next prediction: he has poison in his blood that will affect the borisins if they drink it, like how shinobu kocho had like a shit ton of wisteria in her blood (it was also under her fingernails and shit like that, she put it EVERYWHERE) so that when douma (who killed her sister) ate her he'd be poisoned and severely weakened

AM I RIGHT??

I. FUCKING. KNEW ITTTTTT

okay well it was pretty obvious because right before it mentioned the green peppers(?) thing and how to get a picky child to eat it, it re-mentioned that conversation. and then changed it how to get a wolf to something something i already forgot so it was obvious

but JIAOQIU LETS GOOOO i really hope you didnt die

no wait but shit

okay so i cant share any more images i hit the limit on tumblr but okay so if he consumed poison (ist tumbledust. i already forgor. was it like the thing thats like a sedative thats good in small quantities but lethal in large quantities? or was that like yabruh or something)

does that mean he'll die anyway or

i dont think jiaoqiu said it in front of hoolay but anyway im so unhappy that cutscenes lag for me (hoolay immediately clocks on that it was probably jiaoqiu who poisoned him but sdhfuf. this MEANS that hoolay drank JIAOQIUS BLOOD?!?!?!?!? is he DEAD??? )

also i HATE the hoolay fight im struggling so bad ahuisdhdisuad

YANQING LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO (boutta trigger hoolays jingliu trauma)

im sorry for accusing you of being a disguised borisin, sparkle traumatized me ok (and im sorry for pinching your cheeks in 2.4 being cautious of if you were a fake but also i didnt know that was what that option meant)

you were just acting really weird so i got stressed but LETS GOOOO

WHAT WE'RE FIGHTING HIM AGAIN????? YOURE FUCKING WITH ME

oh shit feixiao boss fight

heyy her character. trailer?? i think thats what it was called teased this. like cause she got drunk and couldnt recognize jing yuan and fought him (briefly)

YANQING FUCKING POPPED OFF THIS STORY

i (think) all thats left is feixiao boss fight that we saw in the livestream

some stuff. ill do wardance later. but im gonna end this post here. havent gotten to the end but i dont think ill have anything else to share and i dont have space here anyway so brr

OH FINALLY I CAN ACCESS DIFFICULTY MODES

AND YOU CAN CHOOSE THEM WHILE IN STORY OH THANK FUCK casual mode my precious

okay we figfhting preceptor oh

dan heng: the oath of the alliance doesnt matter to me because im not a part of the alliance anymore *attacks*

me using imbitior lunae dan heng in battle: uh. uh. uh. uhm. YEP

anyway jiaoqius alive (he almost died though)

he sounds so more subdued :(

HOLY SHIT HES BLIND? OH MY GOD thats both better and worse than i thought

OH MY GOD TINGYUN

i was so confused on ruan mei appearance but OH MY GOD

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Monsters among us pt2

Daryl Dixon x Reader | pt.1

You and Daryl slowly come to terms with being parents of a healthy pup.

🐺 🐺 🐺

Hunter seemed to be healthy and doing well according to Hershel’s veterinarian skills and Daryl’s comments on Hunter’s behavior when he came to see you every day.

On your second day in the prison you were introduced to baby Judith, she was only a little older than Hunter and the women in the group felt it was good for you to bond over the newborns.

You also learned fairy quick that none of the people were afraid of Daryl, even with knowing what he was.

“You have no idea how useful it is to have a werewolf in your group. They’re excellent hunters and the extra strength and endurance they have is just amazing.” Carol spoke fondly of the archer, no matter what the topic of conversation was at the time. And Maggie had her fair share of kind words as well.

A week in you sat Daryl down to have that serious talk. You had been regaining bits and parts of the times your mind had been keeping from you in the form of twisted nightmares and you really needed to know how much of the truth they were showing. Daryl admitted to connecting with his other half to get some answers since couldn’t remember anything about that night. Only knowing he woke up covered in blood and the horrible aftertaste of human still lingering in his mouth. But the smell of female arousal stuck to him as well, letting him now his other half had indulged in more than just feasting on his prey.

“We know wha’ happened. Why d’ya wanna talk about it?” He rocked his son in his arms, letting him play with the torn edges on his sleeves.

“I know what happened, yeah. It’s pretty obvious.” You gesture at the werewolf pup currently biting at his sleeve. You let out a soft laugh at the sight in front of you. A genuine one, not one you gave Beth earlier when she made what she thought was a joke.

Something inside of him suddenly clicked and he realized the why of that night he’d been looking for. It was like a whole new area of being a werewolf opened up for him. He had been restless ever since you got to the prison, like his animal side was clawing at the inside of his skin trying to break out but he never stopped to connect with it to figure out why.

But now it all came crashing onto him.

He found his mate.

He didn’t really understood how that all worked at all. He never had anyone to teach him the works of lycantrophy since the beast that bit him was hunted down and killed only one night later.

“So, whaddaya remember then?”

You were woken up by the walker defense you set up. The cans and metal bits clanking together loudly but to no avail. The creature that triggered the wire had torn it to shreds and was already halfway done tearing into one of your group members before you even got out of your sleeping bag. …. .. ….

You ran for your life but the large monster caught you easily. Its claws digging into your sides as it sank its teeth into your shoulder to pin you down. A large paw tore off any and all fabric on you and at the edge of your vision you saw its large member standing at full attention before—

You shivered at the recollection of your memories and having to share them out loud like this, but it had to be done so best to get it over with fast.

“I never realized why I did that to ya, not ‘til just now when ya laughed at him.” His hand went to boop his son’s nose, to which he wiggled it in confusion. “I guess mah other half knew somethin’ already without sharin’ it with me when he saw ya that night. Tore tha whole camp up to get ya for ourself in the only way an animal knows.”

You hugged your arms close around you, looking anywhere but at him. “I can’t even say out loud what you did to me..” It’s the point where your memory still cuts off no matter how deep you dig for it.

“Look, bun. I don’ know how alla’ this works, an’ I feel like I shouldn’t even be near ya..” You felt his uneasiness and somehow it made yours fade and be replaced with something that made you want to get up and pull him to sit beside you.

So with all the courage you mustered together you stood up and faced him. With a determined hand you took his shoulder and squeezed before pulling him closer to you and to your surprise he followed like a lost puppy. Sitting him down on the bed with his back against the wall you took Hunter from him to hold him against your chest as you climbed on the bed to join Daryl.

You sat cross-legged on the bed, facing Daryl and pacing Hunter in your lap as you undid the buttons of your top to prepare for feeding. When Daryl caught on he quickly averted his gaze. “Wait, what’r ya doin’?” He looked anywhere but at you while you rid yourself of any fabrics in the way of feeding Hunter, who was making grabby hands at you, ready for lunch.

“Daryl, it’s okay to look. Really.” He ever so slowly turned his gaze towards you and taking in the beauty of you, the human girl he assaulted in the woods, breastfeeding the son who must be a living, breathing reminder of that traumatic experience. His breath caught in his throat and in a compete lack of control he let out a low growl. You looked up at the noise and looked straight into the eyes of the beast. With his mouth hanging open in awe his fangs were on display for you to state at like someone would stare at a spider, silently begging it not to move.

The terrified look in your eyes broke his heart. Unsure of what to do he closed his eyes and turned away and muttered a 'sorry' under his breath, afraid of his voice twisting if he spoke too loud.

You had looked back down to focus on feeding Hunter again, your thumbs softly caressing his fur and searching for words in this eery silence.

"I'm slowly starting to love Hunter as my son." You started, feeling it was best to just speak your mind. “And with that comes accepting you for who and what you are, and loving you as his father.”

Daryl accepted your kind words and wondered if he should share the ones on his mind or if he should wait for you to be good with him some more.

Meanwhile his head kept howling at him to tell you. To claim you as his own. To mark you.

His head was so instinct driven that there wasn’t a single spec of logic in sight.

“M’glad ya want me in yer lives.” He had managed to calm down just enough to get his shift under control and dared to look back up at you again. “Ya think yer good to hear our reasoning for tha night? Cuz I think I know now.” His tone was careful and the anxiety in his voice seemed to have returned but still you nodded, wanting to hear his words.

“Ma head keeps repeatin’ this one word. Says yer ma mate.” He spoke the last part agains the side of his thumb, chewing on the skin after the last words. “I aint sure how tha all works but m’sure it why he went after ya then.”

Mates. You heard that before. In your head it translated to partners for life.

“Mates, huh?” You tried to wrap your head around it with you not being like him, but your knowledge was so minimal you couldn’t do anything but accept his words as the truth. “Thanks for telling me. I’m trying to wrap my head around it so I hope you’ll give me some time to let it sink in.” It was clear to you that Daryl had feelings for you that rooted deep into his animal side. You could see it in the way he looked at you like you hung the moon and stars.

“Are ya okay with me callin’ ya ma mate? Feels wrong not ta do it, but I aint wanna make ya uncomfortable.”

Instead of answering you mustered together what energy you had left and channeled into courage. Courage to get close to him, move on the bed so you were sitting against him and rested your head on his shoulder. This gave him an even better look of your breasts that had entirely slipped out of your top with the movement. Hesitantly he raised an arm to gently place it over your shoulders to hold you against him. Hunter had long stopped feeding but you kept him close to your bare chest, remembering one of the women mention skin to skin contact as a way of bonding.

“Yer really good with him.” Daryl’s observation formed around your mind like a shield to keep all the insecurities out. Hearing him say you were doing well with his son, a baby that you had without ever even learning how to care for one, plus him being a creature you knew even less about. Daryl was head over heels in love with you, and even if he hadn’t said the words out loud you could read it off his face.

You let out a soft giggle at the mental image your head produced when you looked over at him. “I swear, if you had a tail right now you’d be wagging it.” Daryl snorted out a laugh at the comment and could’t even deny it. “Yer absolutely right. But ya won’t be seein’ any a’tha until yer absolutely ready to face tha side o’me again.” The cute statement turned a tad grim in only one short moment, but he did tell the truth. You were in no way or shape ready to see him in any other way than human, and even when you’d be ready it would be traumatic the first few times until you’d be used to all of him and he respected that fact.

“Hey, Daryl?” You held up Hunter to him so he could take over for a moment. You adjusted your clothes again and covered up now that he had fallen asleep. “Do you think you want to stay here tonight?” He gave it a thought and agreed to your request. He was interested in your daily routines and the domesticity of sharing a cell made his head so happy. He’d be able to fall asleep surrounded by the scents of you and your son.

Progress between the two of you might not even go as slow as he’d originally thought.

With a squeeze of your arm and a soft kiss to your head he assured you. “I’ll be with ya for as long as ya want me.”

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: the requested part two with some more background of what happened and some more bonding time! ♡

[blubffsd]

WE WERE ONE – K. MBAPPÉ.

summary: the frustration of what was at some point but not anymore.

note: based on the song "Uno los dos" by Miranda! (it's literally the lyrics but in english lol)

Leave it at that, my love.

I don't want any more excuses, please.

What used to be dates planned weeks in advance became texts between us apologizing to each other because an unforeseen event came up and we can't make it, promising to make it up. But it never happened.

How long have we been one?

They ask me and you answer.

I don't understand, for the rest of the people we were really soul mates, we knew each other as well as ourself. Always thinking the same, doing the same things, laughing at the same jokes.

"We are perfect for each other" you used to say when we both said the same thing at the same time. But painfully it was just that, the sentence you told me as a joke, instead of fact.

And it's that you, it wasn't you without me, no

You were nothing and I didn't exist without your company.

I think you know well that little by little we began to depend on each other, at first it was cute the way we both needed each other to do something, but then it just got insane for us.

Heart, give me some reason.

We have lost personality in this relationship.

And as much as we knew how much it hurt ourselves, we weren't willing to accept the situation between us and how bad everything was. We refused to accept that us no longer has a solution, and that we are no longer ourselves, not even a little.

Tonight I will cry so much for you that I will let you go.

I will wipe away with tears all the blood that has flowed here.

But the two of us always knew that our attempt to ignore the mess within us was going to be in vain. Ours no longer worked, we were no longer a team, I didn't work on my own and you didn't work on yours.

The CD we had compiled with us in mind, yesterday was my favorite record and today is the saddest thing I heard.

Although as much as I try over and over again, you and I know that ours is going to be very difficult to erase from our minds, we have so many of our things. We even had songs, remember? The first I chose, the second you and so on. Yesterday I listened to them again. And I cried.

Today, for the first time, I will confess to you

that it is hard for me to leave us

and that I don't know how long I will take to get used to it.

I also admit that sometimes I like to think that we tried it again and that this time it does work, but as much as it pains me to admit it, that is not possible. Although I prefer to think about the remote idea of ​​a "we" than the fact that we are no longer. I need to get used to that.

I was never dependent on me, rather I was on you.

You gave yourself in love to the game

and although it hasn't been bad at all,

I want to escape,

let's recover our freedom.

We had beautiful moments together, remember? Sometimes I wish we could have done things differently, we could have had it all. But things happened the way they did and it sure was for a reason, we weren't ready, and we still aren't.

We spent entire nights listening to our CD, at times I only heard your passion

but now that you tell me this, I must admit that I want to be myself again, I no longer remember what I was like yesterday.

You told me that you got used to me and I to you, that eventually we got tired but we depended on each other to be okay. We love each other, ours was nice, but we must let go. And you were right.

I swear I don't, I don't hold a grudge against you, I just want to go back to being that girl I once introduced you to.

It's good that we reacted in time, don't you think? We're not quite lost yet, you go back to being you and I go back to being me. It's sad that we became each other's ideal type, I feel like I don't know you. And you don't know me either.

The CD we had compiled with us in mind, yesterday was my favorite record and today is the saddest thing I heard.

But honestly the saddest thing I heard was your goodbye when you left, and with this letter I part with you, Ky.

[batpham-discord-highlights]

Doppelgänger AU

source: #ghosts-and-bats channel

H

So like Danny is transported to a different universe. Maybe willingly maybe not, either way he ends up in Gotham. He for whatever reason ends up in the police station. Where it is reveled that he has been “missing” for over a decade. And people want answers

Apparently this worlds “Daniel Fenton” went missing when he was 6.

Now a decade later he shows up in a random city and is refusing to give any Answers to where he’s been

Lots of ways to go with this

Like especially if Jack and Maddie are alive in this world. Like they wouldn’t be ghost Scientist, but maybe someone like John

Also Batman for sure thinks Danny was experimented on

M

ok but he kind of was

which

kinda makes it worse, we guess

H

Yeah

Also Danny is trying to find out what happened to this version of Danny Fenton just as badly as the Bats are

Okay but if this version is alive?👀

The angst bro

M

Please

what happened to this Danny

are they like

experiment bros or.....

H

You think I thought that far ahead?

You’re right I did

Ahahah

Anyway I was thinking that something with the light maybe, (let me have my young Justice crossovers) Danny showed signs of being a powerful meta

Idk 100% yet

What ever you what tbh

Maybe it’s Lex

The world may never know

M

can we give him a nickname

D

NO JOKE I DID SMTH SIMILAR IN BLOOD FATHER

M

GROOVY

we really want one for ourself..

H

Yes

Ofc

Hmmm

M

DJ

H

Why DJ?

M

Daniel J. Fenton

"DJ" Fenton

we haven't seen many using that nickname for Danny or clones of him

H

Ah! Interesting

M

and we understand, because it kinda has. a different from our Danny, at least it feels like that

so

H

Yeah

M

we've been keeping the nickname for something nice

H

I think it would be really cool if DJ attacked Danny (in like a villain kinda way)

Like he knows Danny isn’t him

But he also Can’t go back to his old life

M

Where's Jazz

H

Wherever jazz is

She’s a grief counselor

Final answer

[flooded--skies]

tell me what friendship means to you

i think they are as fleeting as they are forever.

i remember being young, only four or five. the kid i played with the most moved away. i still think about him sometimes, i hope that he's doing well.

i remember being young, i remember going over to a friend's house so many times, til one day i decided i didn't like hanging out anymore. we were so young. i can't piece her face together anymore. i still have a keychain from her house. i stole it the day we never came back again. it's blue and pink and purple flowers. i stole it to remember her by.

i remember girl scouts, i remember being on the robotics team. i remember their faces, i remember long days spent trying to build something that would amaze. i remember that night where one of us broke down and mother took me and left, sending a message later to a parent on why. (we didn't hang out with them any more after that.)

i remember being young, i remember first being allowed online. it has been years since all but one of these people has come back. i still miss them, of course i'd remember the people i threw my future away for. it was for nothing. they are gone. i left one final post, hoping they'd come find me, hoping we could reconnect. it's been silence for years.

i remember feeling soaring hope one day thinking that i might be near one of them, that perhaps we could meet; but it was wishful thinking at best and foolishness at worst.

i'm happy i was able to hang onto one of them, but i don't know if we're still friends, not after what happened. it was my fault (i either care too much or care too little and here, i did both) and i haven't stopped replaying it all in my mind. i want to get out of the theater, i want to watch something else, please.

i lost them and found them and lost them again and found them again and it's a cycle that feels like i'm breaking apart every time.

i remember meeting so many people online, platonically adoring them, getting so swept up in the wonder of connection that i forgot it had to end.

i moved to another site, and it didn't help. i got lonelier, because at least i had been making connections previously. this place was ripe with life and yet it felt like i was in a deadzone. i had only got it for another friend, and i miss them so much now.

it's not like i didn't meet people there. but it didn't last. it wouldn't last and i think i knew that much better this time around.

and yet i got attached. it has been 1395 days, 20 hours, 32 minutes since a friend of mine went on hiatus, and i just hope they're doing alright wherever they are. i don't think i'll ever forget them.

to the friend i did keep from there:

i love you platonically, and i'm so happy we've stayed in touch. i miss what we had, but i'm glad we still have something at all.

i'm glad we met when we met. i think you needed it.

i care like a dagger, i love like a trap. i sink my teeth into you and you sink yours into me. everyone i have met, i remember. we make ourself permanent as if we are scars; we are like glass shards, adding to each other, changing each other irreversibly. how many make us real?

(trick question; we always have been.)

you have a scar on your palm and i one on my chin. trace it. it's the echoes of us. you won't forget me, and i won't forget you. we haven't talked in years. i still think of all we built. where are you now?

i trace my chin. right here.

i'm glad i have those who have known me for most of my life. we talked every day and then we didn't and then we did. we have stories we created that we'll only know, tears that only we shed. jokes we'll always tell.

i knew you when we weren't young enough to know better and now we're looking back and laughing.

i know the layout of your house like my own, i remember your laugh, your hair, how you hold yourself.

you're a wound and a scar and i couldn't ask for you to be anything but. red is a pretty color, i'll gladly let it flow.

[lovetogether]

Twin peak the return spoilers dawn and cab do Naught look

The return truly tapped into stuff we wish we saw way more in terms of like. Characters with DID. Now Dale having DID is most definitely not canon (we never assume anything we believe is canon) but like he’s up there next to a small handful of characters who were so scarily realistically plural that it kinda drove us insane. The ending of the return like makes so much sense to us from a DID pov 😵‍💫 . Anyway, what we wanted to talk about was much more self indulgent LOL. Anyway, when it comes to DID depictions the only common “trope” is the Evil Alter nd it’s like (aside from allll the obvious stuff) we’re soo sad that’s the only big DID trope. Cause like. Nobody writes plural characters lol 😭. We always joke to ourself if plural characters were more “normal” in media we’d love to see an alter similar to our regressed ones/newly split ones. We looove imagining characters we hc as having this type of alter :-). Okay okay so what we’re getting at is the return was the closest we got to this w Dougie Jones nd it made us so beyond excited and happy man we were bouncing around every time it cut to him. When he first showed up I remember we started freaking out so much our dad came in and asked what was wrong nd we were too excited to speak nd he looked at our monitor nd just shook his head nd left 😭😭😭😭😭😭💥. Anyway this made us so happy nd excited its crazy to us the places we’ll stumble upon accidental “good” rep. The fact Dougie is like one of the few characters w a definitive “good” ending is so funny silly to us. Our alter Song likes that character a lot cause she’s our usual regressed alter nd they were happy to see something relatable in media that wasn’t like, a child character. Okay yaaaahhhh ^__^ yay okay .

[rekindle-the-sun]

brand new blog let's fucking gooooo

rekindle the sun

basic info

・ kaoru , eurus , dante

・ they / neos + ask

・ med. recognised did sys

・ introject heavy

・ anti-endo

・ audhd + c-ptsd package

・ phys. disabled

・ eng. speaking & leaning bp.

・ FUCKING QUEER.

・ altenate between we / i pronouns

・ draw n' write sometimes, so that's fun

byi

・ cope w/ humour & poke fun at my own disorders

・ probably too open on the internet for my own damn good

・ shit at deciphering tone + can't take a hint for the life of me

・ art requests open ‼️‼️ i need stuff to occupy myself with

・ if something we enjoy is problematic, chances are we already know, but can't really do much about it if it's a major comfort media / hyperfix / special interest

・ for most medias, we kinda have to just enjoy the art and avoid giving the artist support until we can drag ourself out of it

・ don't care if you dislike a fanbase / piece of media that we like [would actually love to hear an infodump about why], just don't shit on us for liking it

boundaries

yes

・ requesting typing quirk translations

・ asking who's in front

・ 'doubles' + 'sourcemates'

・ religion talk

・ trauma jokes [of your trauma]

・ directly saying if something we do crosses a boundary / makes you uncomfortable

ask

・ flirting + sexual jokes

・ nicknames + petnames

・ trauma jokes [of our trauma]

・ requesting alters to front

・ source talk

no

・ venting to us without asking

・ venting about us at all in mutually shared spaces

・ having friends communicate your problems / boundaries rather than doing so yourself

・ treating introjects as source / like you know them personally because of their source

・ comparing introjects to source

・ treating our littles like literal children [unless explicitly stated to]

・ calling our alters "personalities"

・ shaming us for misunderstanding something

・ asking our triggers [good and bad]

・ endos + endo supporters [FUCK YOU]

links

・ public server

・ dm server

・ carrd

・ bundles

banner art creds ; prodotsukare

[blocksruinedme]

Scott said he's a dom top.

Genuinely not PG. Youtube get clickbaity, but you, my dear tumblr, get that SCOTT SAID HE’S A DOM TOP and I bet you a 10 blue checkmarks this is not a gag. Look at his fucking face. he is NOT JOKING. there’s the clearly jokes scott jokes, the ones you can’t tell, and then there’s “oh no he’s just speaking the truth".  He is excited to have an opportunity to overshare. You watch bdubs in 2017 saying he’s a well-hung dilf, I mean he had to say that, right?. Scott? Scott wants us to know he’s a dom top, and. It's not like I’m *surprised* but Martyn is my blockperson of the day for his response, omg.

(~transcript under the cut)

Seriously you can SEE scott was waiting for someone else to say something so he could just make it really fucking clear to thousands of people that yes he means that literally he does wish he was in someone’s butt, no it wasn't a random joke. Scott.

Do we collectively know this kind of thing, in a clearly non-joking way, about anyone in 1) this general pg-ish crowd 2) minecrafters in general. 

(more ramblings and ~transript below the cut)

like this isn’t causing me any problems, y’know, but god damn is this a lot to take in (heh heh). I watched it so many times to do all the editing I did and it still fucks me up sometimes. SCOTT S SMAJOR, what would we do without you. Imagine the ecosystem with no scott. With no mcc? 

Why did i put so much work into this one? IDK but I learned new things doing it. Since i did captions, here is a transcript/summary

[Before the clip starts martyn listed off who was online, which involved saying smajor.]

Eloise: smajoooor

Martyn: smajor

Eloise (proud of herself) smajor pain in my butt!

[people endorse this joke]

Scott: I wish I was a smajor pain in someone’s butt

[martyn missed what he said, the other two make shocked sounds]

E: oh me oh my

[Scott is laughing too much to be coherent]

[martyn asked what he missed, just heard the outpour of disgust]

[scott says it again.]

[martyn cocks his head and says “fair.”]

[a brief pause]

Eloise: valid scott, never hide that about yourself

Scott (smugly): i am a top.

Scott (still smug): a dom top.

Eloise: ok maybe we should hide things about ourself actually

Martyn: I woulda called switch, actually

[eloise mutes to shout]

[team-nightdancer]

this blog is no longer active

Dear Readers,

We are team Nightdancer. We aren't quite sure what is happening right now, but the world has changed. We found this device, and everything before this was normal. We are not at home anymore, but we wouldn't be explorers if this discouraged us.

Yes, we will work to find a way home. But in the meantime, we do what we do best. Scouting, exploring and understanding the world. This… thing will be used to document our journey.

We should introduce ourself as well. We are Unown Ü, and our partner is Sableye. We are not sure what else is important, but seeing as previous entries can be changed, we'll take advantage of this as the need arises. ~ Ü

OOC under the cut (excuse the rambling, idk how to articulate myself)

// Hi, hello. I run this blog as a side blog, so I'll like and follow from my main @kamataros. If you need to address me (the player/mun), I'm okay with any pronouns, and if you need a name you can call me Kama, Nox or Cheese. (And please excuse me if i sound harsh sometimes, or ask stupid questions). I have two other Poké-Irl blogs, @koffing-time and @professors-polycule who are run by humans. I also run @drampas-trainers where i document my journey through the Pokémon games. If you want to interact with them, feel free to do so. (Rules from here are a bit different than for those blogs. refer to koffing-time for that)

Now for the blog itself: This blog pretends that Pokémon are real. So blanket #unreality warning here. I won't tag every post with this. Instead, i'm using something along the lines of #pkmn irl, #pokemon irl or #pokeblogging and #pmd irl

So, this blog is run by Team Nightdancer. It will mostly be Ü posting here, who is using they/them pronouns, but specifically also we/us when talking about themself. It is perfectly fine to refer to them as Ü, Unown Ü or simply Unown. Maybe Sableye will also be posting, but probably less. Sableye uses he/she and specifically NOT they.

Disclaimer: i do not have DID, and Ü also doesn't have DID. if you want, you can just say they like to use the pluralis majestatis. There is some lore to them but i don't want to reveal that just yet. I hope i don't offend anyone by their portrayal in any way.

Also, i use a version of the PMD world that is not quite canon to the PMD games. If you ask team Nightdancer about their home, experiences might differ from other PMD-Irl blogs.

also right at the end, shoutout to @wingsofachampion who successfully pressured not only me butsort of all of rotumblr to make PMD blogs (joking, but more importantly affectionately)

[spageddy]

theory - diavolo is nightbringer??

this is mostly a joke but yeah. i’ve seen posts explaining why every side character could be nightbringer except diavolo so i am here to fill that void

disclaimer: i haven’t even finished the first game i’m stuck on lesson 27 cuz my cards are shit

nb spoilers ahead

ok so things that could make diavolo nightbringer:

1. he is old as hell and a demon which nightbringer is probably a demon. and old as hell

4. he is crazy overpowered like do we even know the extent of his powers.. he also controls when and how barbatos uses his time lord powers so he has those at his disposal too

2. has a UR card that’s about apple picking and apples are like the forbidden fruit or whatever, what if it was diavolo who gave adam and eve those shits and that’s why adam was stuck in the devildom for a while? if diavolo is nightbringer that explains how adam knows him, also maybe diavolo felt bad for him so that’s why he told him about the ring that could get his ass back to the celestial realm

6. diavolo and nightbringer’s goals are not necessarily in conflict. diavolo wants to build a better relationship between the three realms and nightbringer wants to bring night to the world whatever that means, probably has something to do with the devildom becoming more powerful than the other realms. maybe diavolo wants to become the ruler of all 3 realms so he can make sure things stay peaceful for everyone

73: one other thing nightbringer wants is for MC to be happy which diavolo also wants along with like the entire cast, however nightbringer doesn’t rly give us a choice in the matter and acts like he knows what’s best for us. diavolo is guilty of this sometimes too and can be pushy when he wants something because he thinks he knows what’s good for other people

94. i think diavolo has good intentions but he’s still a sussy baka just like nightbringer. can’t help being a scorpio.. sure he never lies but he’s still kinda shady sometimes. like the whole deal with raphael threatening war if the brothers don’t go back to the celestial realm. when diavolo agreed to let the brothers stay i was like ?? dude they’re gonna nuke everyone what is u doing. his decision only makes sense if he knew michael was just joshing all along (which he probably did because he can tell when people are lying). but in that case why would u go along with the bit like that when the stakes are so high and giving everyone anxiety? not funny babygirl

15. other sussy baka moments are his comments about destiny and shit, knowing full well he has a time butler who can manipulate the past and future to what he wants it to be (this power is probably limited like diavolo from jojo’s power but still crazy to believe in fate when u can literally choose it yourself)

i don’t think past!diavolo could be nightbringer but he might be aware of his other self’s intentions and that’s how he knows we have a connection and trusts us despite barely just meeting each other in this timeline

8. seems like a really long winded and unnecessarily complicated plan to make us go through 80 lessons then cancel that timeline and send us to the past but diavolo has been known to make some pretty big sacrifices for the sake of his goals. he sent us into the past before in lesson 16 where we died but one version of ourself survived so that apparently makes it all ok, also was going to kick us out of the devildom for the sake of his reputation, and some other stuff i forgor

anyway every other demon king has died in combat (with the celestial realm perchance?) so it makes sense that diavolo wants to do everything possible to save his own ass (and the entire world from getting destroyed by the celestial realm) even if it means some of his other selves get obliterated

or maybe none of this means anything and nightbringer is actually just maddi the witch or some shit. sorry for making diavolo sound like an ass i actually like him a lot i just like coming up with silly theories more and solmare’s bad writing makes it easy

[timehastobecruel]

Truly: some regrets stay

Hi tumblr I’m back. Did anyone miss me? No, anyway

Summary: Charlie wants to know why you never talk about your life before you died. She regrets it soon after.

Trigger warning: su*c*de, not that much of graphic descriptions. If you struggle with mental health issues don’t do it like me and seek help and actually talk to your therapist.

Song lyrics: “Little Life”, by Cordelia

How would you have me described

“My relationship with my family?”, you asked panicked laughing painfully obvious.

“I think someone called me, gotta go!”, running away the first chance you got, leaving a confused Charly behind, mumbling:

“I just wanted to hear about her relationship with her family, so she maybe could have helped me with mine. She normally is always giving good advices.”

And a knowing Veggy, watching you scramble away. Only sadly smiling, patting her girlfriend’s shoulder. “I don’t think she is ready to talk about her life when she was still alive”, she said.

“Yeah sugar”, Angel meant shrugging. “Some of us have some baggage still from our old little life but hey, who hasn’t?”, setting down his Glas of booze.

“Best thing is not to dig any deeper. Some things are none of our beeswax”, Husk jumped in.

Charly nodded slowly. But deep down she was fixed upon helping her friend even if you insisted that you didn’t want to be redeemed.

With light

The next time the subject arose a new she positively jumped on the good mood her friend seemed to possess. Ready to speak a little bit more about her private life of was where before she came to hell. It happened on day when she was a little bit more wistful than usual sighting smiling at Charly’s interaction with her father.

With words you think I’d like?

“Did you have a good relationship with your father?”, the princess of hell asked. (Name) smiled wistfully. “A good relationship”, she made a gesture like waiving this thought away. “I was practically a daddies girl”, her lips stretching a little bit sweeter. “That was at least what my mother used to say”, she laughed. “Never knew I was actually imprinted on her.” Charly nodded eagerly, trying to subtly letting the conversation flow. “how come so?”, she asked. “Who knows”, the girl shrugged. “‘Guess just to ruffle my feathers”, she paused for a moment. Sighting deeply. “In the end she was right. We grew more together after her death, I guess it’s just naturally.” She couldn’t suppress her gasp.

If I found out that I could fight

She searched every opportunity to get the smaller girl talk. Masking it as hotel games that should make the guests and the staff getting each other to know.

“Why don’t we all talk a little bit about ourself?”; she proposed with sparkling eyes.

Would I take you out tonight?

“Everyone says their name, something that they like, dislike and their favourite color”, she said enthusiastically. “I’ll start”, wiping on the balls of her feet. “I’m Charly and I like rainbows, pink and my girlfriend Vaggy. Oh”, she giggled. “I already spoiled my favourite color. Anyway I don’t like ice confect, it’s too cold on my teeth”, making a funny grimace. Rapidly shrieking: “(Name) your turn!” The sinner shifted uncomfortably, scratching her neck. “My name is (name), I dislike people, human are disgusting little creatures and I don’t like much. My favourite color is lilac”, she said. Making the princess of hell trop her tail a little bit.

But she wouldn’t give up.

A little bit more, a little bit less

But her other questions would be blocked instantly. “(Name) what do you think about outing with us, wouldn’t that be fun?”

You were busy not wanting coming along and allow her to ask more questions. Mentioning that partying was gross, people smelly, loud and drunk.

A little bit harder than I thought they said

Sometimes you would drop something sad. Or laugh a little bit too much about a dark joke of someone. Worrying the princess of hell.

A little bit more, a little bit stressed

Some days more some days less but all in all your development seemed positive to her. You opened up a little bit more. Listening to Angel rumbling about his favourite show, even if she knew for sure that you disliked it. Sharing sarcastic comments with Husker and Veggy, smiling when she told you some stories of heaven.

But I, I think I like this little live

Once you nonchalantly said that you had gotten older than you thought you would when they discussed their age, knowing that sinners couldn’t get older than they were the day they died. It made Husk splutter and curse you out. “You cant say that so casually, kid!”, scolding you like a father would have. It made her uneasy that you smiled through all the contact with him, a melancholic glimmer of yearning in your eyes.

This little live

You worried her more often than she wanted to admit. One of the sinners she couldn’t help but notice to carry some heavy burden.

I think I like this little life

But you weren’t stupid you of course noticed her always watching you attentively with her big apple shaped eyes. Not wanting to worry her any longer you wanted to try to make her stop, wasting her time on you or so you thought.

This silly little life

So you mumbled sadly: “Charly”, eyes glimmering subtly almost spilling your secrets you tried to hide so desperately. “I cannot be redeem even if I wanted to.” Your friend instantly tried to interrupt you but you didn’t let the bubbly girl even get a word out, swiping your tail over her cherry red lips. “No Charles”, you said. “I am not like the other sinners in this hotel. I didn’t kill for noble causes, loved who I wanted to love or question heavens ways, I did way worse things. I committed the one sin that can never be forgiven and the worst part”, you smiled, cheeks suddenly salty. “I liked this little life but I would do it again without hesitation” Charly eyes widened watery as she regained her footing understanding suddenly the reverence. “Oh (Name)”, she whispered. But you only shook your head still a bitter smile stretching your face.

Eyes smiling over candles

Swallowing painful. “I hurt my father. I ruined his life the day I decided to no longer want my own and”, the syllables weren’t easy to bring over your lips. “I knew that”, swallowing again. “I knew it when I stepped into the bathtub fully clothed”, you never wanted to hurt her but you continued with the cure some details. As many as you could bear to share, heart cracking a little bit more behind your rips. “Holding the razor blade”, blinking away tears, that suddenly flooded your eyelids. “Glimmering in the mirror above. I knew what I was doing. I planed it months ahead. Charly”, humming her name like a lullaby.

Mismatched chairs

“It wasn’t an accident when I took my father’s razor, the one he had before that firstly used to cut his beard”, tears now flowing freely over your cheeks. “When I misused them for that what I should have never done. I knew there would be no going back and truth to be told”, a wet laugh bubbled up your throat. “It made it so more assuring. I never wanted to have to look into his eyes and explain to him why I would have done it.”

Arms crossing where those hands go

“I am positive that he made it to heaven while I was rightfully thrown into hell.”

It's loud, but that volume makes my heart glow

“I honestly never knew how I could endure this life for as long as I did.”

And time isn't real as the sun goes

“But why?”, Charly whispered, sympathetic eyes wet with the same substance coating your eyes. “If you liked this life?”, she asked broken. You just shrugged. “I guess I couldn’t love it enough or like I should have.”

Oh, oh, oh

“If you believe it or not. To this time I used to pray to god every night”, you told her, words already spilling from your lips like luxurious wine. Why not revealing more when you were already on it? What harm could it do?

A little bit more, a little bit less

“I seemed to be a little bit sadder than I thought and disgustingly more selfish. Only praying to him when I wanted something from him. Like other sinners”

A little bit harder than I thought, they said

“I wished for his help, to send me a saviour or be my savouring light himself. He just never answered me. What god should that be anyway when he leaves the ones alone that needed him most? Spitting on them as sinners when they already lay on the ground, pleading for help?” Charly cried a little bit more.

A little bit fine, a little bit stressed

She never would have guessed that behind your self made composure would lay so much pain.

A little bit older than I thought I'd get

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, she apologised. “I didn’t knew you were this hurt. I am truly sorry”

But, I, I think I like this little life

You only laughed. “It’s alright Charly, it’s alright. It’s just sobering that you cant disagree with my view of god himself” The hell’s princess sobbed even more. “I am not the right one to talk to”, she told you. “You need to see a professional to speak about this, (Name), please let someone help you.” You smiled sadly. “That never helped.” Charly still continued: “Please (Name), please.”

Coming up short

“Don’t worry”, you tried to smooth her. “After all”, whipping away all your tears. “I like this little life.”

Never quite knowing what for

“I truly like this little life.”

Being a lost cause all the same

Assuring her: “You don’t have to worry- I like this little life.”

Hey, hey, hey

“I like this little life.”

But you and I are both (you and I are both)

“Even if I still wear my scars. I slowly but surely heal”, showing the pink stripes on your wrists, angry standing out from the skin.

I look in those eyes and I know

“After all I can walk around in the hotel with short sleeves now”, not knowing who you tried to assure. Her or yourself.

That nothing is sure

“I made process, I swear, Charly, I swear.”

But I don't know if that hurts me anymore

“You don’t have to worry anymore”, you promised.

A little bit more, a little bit less

“I won’t hurt you the way I hurt my family”, hesitating. “The way I ruined the life of others. Passing on my pain on them. I am sorry”, you sobbed.

A little bit harder than I thought they said

“I was wrong, I regret it. Having ended my life.”

A little bit fine, a little bit stressed

“But not because of the reasons you may believe”, whipping away your already dried tears, salty marks on your cheeks.

A little bit older than I thought I'd get

“I don’t regret it because of me. Never because of me. But because of hurting the people surrounding me. Even if they were strangers”; breathing in. “Even if I only allowed them to be strangers.”

But I

Yeah, I

Yeah, I

I think I like this little life

This little life

I think I like this little life

This silly little life

After all, you truly had a few regrets. But not for your sake.

[emabatis]

About a Vampire Cutting her Own Bangs

From the results of this poll, I present this little 792-word weird story about, uh, a vampire cutting her own bangs. I'm not the most creative at titles. If you have questions or comments, I'd love to hear them!

HUGE trigger warnings for negative self-talk, references to suicide, references to self-harm, and a lot of cussing. Keep yourself safe out there.

-

Get it together, bitch. Even you can salvage this. I don't know why you're fucking whining. It's not even that much hair, just cover it up when you style it. You do know how to style hair, right? Okay. Jesu- Ow. Fuck. I'm never getting used to that.

Whatever. We can learn. Just keep going. To the eyebrows and no higher. If we think it's too long we can just go back later. If we think it's too short then tough tits, we'll learn to live with it. Unless you want to be a dramatic mess for the next two hundred years before you inevitably trip on a railroad spike. Fuck if I care.

Vertical snips. Down the river, not across the bridge, right? Yeah. Bad joke. Irrelevant information now. It's dark and we don't have any stakes lying around. Even if you did, your arm strength is shit. This is our new version of being impulsive. It's just like you to fuck up something as simple as-

Careful! Why do you think you're the world's specialest dead girl? That you're not losing this for-fucking-ever? You already fucked up your eyebrows, now you want to fuck up your hair, too? Idiot!

No, sorry. Positive self-talk. Idiot. Let's put the scissors down. Turn the spoon over, this side's reflection is fading. We shouldn't be so harsh on ourself. This shit's hard to do even with a working mirror and hands that don't shake like a bitch.

Assess the damage. Looks like funhouse-shit. What's even going on up there. Feels bristly. Do we still need shampoo? We're not pissing, maybe we're not making head-oil either. Sure, that's a good excuse for being a lazy bitch. Oh, there's the bit you fucked up on. We'll make it match on the other side.

Your poor, poor hair. It's so beautiful. It took so long. Why would you cut it? Remember that? Of course you don't. I do. We're finishing this. If we get staked tomorrow, we're dying with bangs, not some half-assed mistake in the middle of our forehead.

Jesus it- Ow. Damn it's cold though. Is the radiator even on? It's loud as a bitch, it better be. Go out and eat when we're finished up here. Or try starving, see what happens. Going on a hungry rampage will get you more results than trying to pick someone up at a bar, that's for sure. That part's too long, give it a few millimeters.

Hey, it's 2 am. Did you notice what day it is, now? Happy Ash Wednesday. You didn't remember. I did. I fucking hate you sometimes. Close your eyes. You're fine. Open. Let's get back to it.

What if bangs go completely out of style in five years? Wouldn't that be hilarious? We'd be so screwed.

Don't start crying, there's not enough moisture in our body for that. Can we even cry? Aren't we some sort of heartless monster now? I said don't start fucking crying. Oh, I get it. You can only cry for yourself. You're an invincible ageless being and you're sad because your hair can't grow back. Poor little dead girl, actually having to experience the consequences of her actions instead of being forgiven. Get up bitch, the floor's cold.

Oh fuck no we're not having second thoughts fuck that. Fuck your old life. Fuck God- OW. Shit. Whatever. Doing what you want means doing it alone.

Turn the spoon over again. We need to do this fast, before we get used to it and we lose our reflection forever. Snip. Snip. Getting rid of all the shit.

Look, I'm sorry you're stuck with me. I'm sorry you wanted to start over but now you have to deal with a bitchy idiot devil on your back. You should've been perfect. You should've been the coolest, prettiest vampire at the party, but you had to have a human life before all this. That's why we're cutting our bangs, right?

Do we even have garlic? No? Not even garlic powder? Damn we're pathetic. Guess it doesn't matter. Spray some more water on there. Get it straight.

Sorry. I'm the fuckup, not you. Or if you are, we both are. We're not in sync yet. I'm still stuck on shit you don't have to deal with. Friends. Lack thereof. Food. Lack thereof. Job shit. We should be getting something to eat. Drink. Someone. Whatever.

Okay. No. Put the scissors down. If we cut anymore it'll be overkill. Baby steps. Let's eat someone before we start ordering hair clippers, yeah? Okay. Check if the actual mirror wants to cooperate now.

Who the fuck is that? Hm. Know what? Fuck it. We can live with this for the next two hundred years. Let's clean up.

[asoulofatlantis]

The omnipus music makes the game sound pretty scary so... we are better safe than sorry ^^' (Not that I would have chosen a harder mode otherwise anyway XD)

What the hell did I get myself into? Gore? That is so not my thing ^^'

No idea whats going on, but that woman stole that shiny ball thingy and said "You brought this on yourself" so this is probably our cue to ask if she means our character and what exactly he or whoever she is talking about means ^^'

I have absolutely no idea ^^' Should we call ourself Anonymus? XD Jokes aside, I call him Seth.

Anti-Aging sounds nice XD

After what seems like a slight waist of time I am now free to control my character but I have NO FREAKING IDEA what I am supposed to do ^^'

Do boys really have that weird kind of best friend? ^^'

Something tells me I will regret every decision I make in this test XD

Its like Tumblr these days. I get messages from those s*x-Bots all the time. All woman addressing a man... and I wonder if instead of blocking that I should just answer "Sorry, I am more into bros than hoes" just for the fun of it ^^'

Am I going to be a gilmore girl and steal a boat? XD

Allllright. That was sudden. But... it has to start somewhere... right? ^^'

So... apparently something went wrong with that Drug-Making thing and with that scary dream we had, I say everyone coming in contact with that stuff becomes... a... zombie or something?

Seriously, what have I gotten myself into? ^^'

So... we are actually going?

I guess we will never find out how this weird date would have gone ^^'

By the way, yes, this game, even tho it looks not exactly pretty, has some decent animated cutscenes. I am not sure why they did not use them at the start of the game.

That is your biggest problem? I feel like the wall is hardly a bad thing compared to what happened to that poor police officer.

So... its a dating slash killing Zombies game? ^^'

[lavena]

Something about people realizing " we were only kids too" when thinking about characters in shows.

Like for tmnt, those boys were only 15, they should not have had that kind of wright on their shoulders and yet, like us they believed they deserved it.

15 feels so old and mature when you are 15, you think you can handle things because you are getting a job and learning to drive and people are getting more real and the world is dangerous, so you stop realizing that you can rely on people and that maybe you should.

15 year olds today dont have the weight of the world on their shoulders, but they do have the knowledge of how little we matter and how much pain the world is in. To the point we are almost desensitized to new stimuli that should leave us shaken.

I think the most real example i can think of is when my school had an active shooter threat, it ended up being fine, the kid didn't have a gun, but we were locked in our classrooms for 4 hrs and one class room got escorted to a different part of the school (like wtf just move the kids ig not get them out???) by SWAT because the teacher barricaded the door due to how close they were to the sighting.

And like I was in math class huddled with the 36 other students in the corner, out teacher had given one of the kids a hammer and screw driver to break open the window if we had to run, and one kid gave up his belt so we could tie the hinge thing at the top of the door closed. And the teacher threaded yarn between some desks and the filing cabinet in front of the door so they wouldn't be able to walk in without tripping.

And we did all of these things, thinking someone was on our campus with a gun and you know what... that room was filled with laughter.

Tense heartbreaking nihilistic laughter, we told eachother how we were surprised it took this long for someone to do it, we were told the supposed gun was a revolver and we laughed with eachother was we made jokes about playing Wheres Waldo with so few shots.. How they sould at least have gone with a semiautomatic. We played hang man and the answer was "only six shots".

We texted our parents to let them know what was happening and shared the response to see who's parent cared the least.

Mine went to get a hair perm and my friends mother just told them "at least its not a bombing drill like when I was a kid" as though that would help.

Another made a joke about driving home at 110mph cause all the cops would be here not on the road.

We were children, we were under the assumption that someone was on campus with a gun, and we laughed.

My coworker and I messaged the work gc saying we might be late but we would still make it in.

My point is as we grow we often seen how young we were, we were too young to experience the things we experienced and while we are in the moment we dont even think about that, because media portrays the saviors of the world as teens and so we too need to be able to handle ourself. But we shouldn't need to, we were children, and we should have been scared.

We should have been scared