#... in two weeks XDD

[dustykneed]

3+1: three times jim, spock and bones pressed each other into walls in sticky situations...

and one time they didn't need an excuse to do it anyways 😉

prompt fill for @mcspirkevents' mcspirk bingo prompt "why would you..."

[greennoobartist]

Silly little thought I had: What linked universe character do you think you are the most like, and which character do you wish that you were? (and why obvi) Plus, which 4 Swords character do you think you are the most like, and who do you wish you were more like? (Feel free to go all out with your answers and take as much time as you need to answer, I'm ready for paragraphs this time :)) (Sorry if this makes 0 sense, I'm quite literally just...idek...skibbidi ig) 👍

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You love to ask big questions to a yapper, don't you? Girl you give best yapping passes this is crazy XD

Too long not gonna read: Time (+additions) and Vio :)

(Note: the following text is all in a /silly and /hj tone, pls read it that way, im definitely not serious about everything im about to yap lol)

Did you laugh your ass off, smirk, smile, chuckle, scoff etc. before pressing read more? No? Then do it now...

Done?

May I start now?

Did you laugh at my obsessive misery? Yes? You done now?

Okay-

Anyways-

First of also thx for specifying that i can take my time and go wild. Sometimes i worry that my long paragraphs are annoying and often get worried when I take a few days to reply but not this time so thank you <3

Anyways-

First of

Linked Universe:

Okay i actually don't think often when it comes to LU bcuz we have 9 different entities. Actually 11 cuz Malon and Ravio can count ig? So yeah we have many characters so i didn't really procrastinate about it before, but now's the perfect chance. Gotta analyize myself before answering lol

Tbh i always thought i might be Legend, but when I took a personality quiz for Rubii's 100 followers celebration i first got Wind then Time which made me rethink everything.

For Wind i remember it said smth like "You act all tough but would cry if someone said they're proud of you". Which is actually so accurately true. When it comes to it i always act stoic but would cry at that praise lol. (That's a long story i probably know why i do that) For Wind i think it also said "You also remember everyone's birthdays but forget your own" which, yeah... Is true... I can't count how many times i forgot my own birthday lol. I remember that one day i woke up and entered the living room only to see my dad with a nice wrapped present and a chocolate in his lap and everyone saying "Happy Birthday" while i completely forgot lol. I was literally so confused like wtf but when i looked at the calendar i was like oh yeah it is my birthday lmao. Even today when i look at the date.... Idk, it feels... Regular? Like other people's birthdays are always marked on my calendars but I never mark mine and when I look at the date it feels... Okay? Like, nothing special lol. A fun fact i also very often forget my own age bcuz of this lmao.

For Time it said smth like "You're the one who always has bandages for everyone but forget to have one for yourself" which hit fucking hard omg. It can be taken literally or metaphorically but both works! Metaphorically fucking yeah, did it a million times! Literally.... I think i did it once or twice (yes im talking about lending out bandages and then finding out that i forgot one for myself lol) The quote literally hit fucking hard and I think i teared up the first time i read it? Not sure... Tbh i do love Time he's the dad of the group lol and Hero of Time out of LU holds a special place in my heart so getting Time on that quiz hit with a truck of nostalgia lol.

Either way the quiz was great and made me rethink my life decisions (...again)

I do still think i have some Legend sass in me cuz i do have a fake front like him and do appear grumpy but no soul knows who i am lol. Also know Koholint? Oh yeah i went through smth similar tho irl. (Eh the angsty side of my life that doesn't make sense... Either way long story short: i also had a crush and was really close with them but everything turned out to be fake and i still suffer from it.... But let's not talk about that now :3) That dude went through hard stuff and no one gets him. Also he's a softie under the hard exterior. And people think they know him but they don't, they know that grumpy outside of him but don't know the true him. Which is a same case with me. People think they know me but they know one of my personas. Here on Tumblr........ Well...... Y'all are seeing an exception of my true self lol.... Complete?...... I don't think so lmao

Also, shout out to Hyrule and his dumb and oblivious ass /affectionate. Y'all can't tell me he isn't confused and lost and figuring out the world (like me)

So, to wrap it up: out of these four, i think im most like Time, but not to forget the rest i mentioned :)

Who I'd like to be more like? Ooff, this is hard. They all went through hard stuff and are pretty messed up.

I think Sky and/or Wild

Sky is pretty trusting and in his game he can be very sassy (im talking about those sassy dialogue options in his game lmao). Also, he has a girlfriend and you can't prove me wrong XD. Why I'd like to be like him is because he seems to have at least some trust in people and isn't scared to be himself. Also, he seems to be a very positive person. All that I'm not, lol. Do I have trust in people? No. Am I scared to be myself? Mostly yes. Am I a positive person? Yes and no. When it comes to trust in people, im mostly independent. And love? That's only for fictional characters XD He has a girlfriend while I barely see myself to have a crush again. My sis also has a boyfriend and is telling me that i should have romantic feelings for someone other than Vio and I just can't agree (YOU'RE NOT GONNA TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME-). I understand love and all that but i don't see myself there. After what happened with my first ever and last crush, i think imma need at least a decade to recover haha XD

Wild seems like a carefree person, disobedient /aff, curious, and just really open. Dude has amnesia and am sad for that. But he also has insomnia which is so funny to me lol (it's my headcanon that he has insomnia and you can't change my mind lmao) Btw i have mild insomnia as well. He's really carefree and he isn't afraid to try something new and trust people and just do random stupid stuff. He also seems to be open to be himself and doesn't care at all what people think. Which is a but different for me since... Im not really open about being myself lol. And he looks carefree while im a huge overthinker of everything XD.

So yeah, wrap up:

LU boys i think im like: Time (+additions)

Who do i want to be more like: Sky and Wild.

Now

Four Swords:

The cast of Four Swords isn't really big tbh. We have the 5 Links and Zelda. I see ppl include Vaati too but idk much about him so yeah. Haven't played Minish Cap yet :"( So yeah idk much about Vaati so im not gonna say im like him. Zelda? Sorry girly unfortunately many Zeldas lack character and you didn't appear much in the manga so im sorry you're out too. I can use Dot from LU but that's Dot and this is Zelda so yeah. Idk about that. So we have the five Liks :D And i know exactly without much hesitation....

Vio :) 💜

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Laughed? Smiled? Chuckled? Smirked? You can do so now if you want and haven't yet...

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Laughed at my obsessive misery? Done?

I hope so-

Anyways-

Lemme describe some things and then try to tell me it's not Vio coded.

Dude is a fake fronter and damn ISTJ (Introverted, Sensing, Thinking, Judging). Obsessed over books and stoic. As stoic as he is, he cares. He's a fake fronter bcuz what we saw is NOT him! The stoic emotionless ass is NOT him!! It's a fake front and i know it!! He's actually sassy and cocky and damn judging! But! Only with right ppl! He won't throw a cocky remark if he's not with ppl he's comfortable with. He's just introverted and prefers to be alone, but dude needs a fucking hug. Befriending Shadow? He did it cuz he cares! He fucking cares and he's a great person and he felt bad for him and he realized how similar they are! Traitor? Oh, he damn regrets that! Overthinker? Definitely! I think he's hurt too...

Ofc i could yap about him forever but im trying to keep this not simping lol (its so damn hard haha). Anyways. I relate to him a lot. Ppl think im stoic and emotionless, but im not. I actually care a lot but they don't know that. I do love books and being alone, but that doesn't mean I don't sometimes want a bit of a hug and affection, okay? My family doesn't understand that so.... Yeah. Also, did I mention how nobody understands me? Oh yeah, it's true. I get misunderstood VERY often. And communication... That was lost and now under regaining process. I can be sassy and teasing, but only when i think i can and am comfortable. My uncle saw that and knows it and he seems to get who I actually am. I love being alone but not THAT kind of alone! Ppl also don't seem to understand what i like. Also, i get forgotten A LOT XD. Left behind, forgotten, ignored lol. Daily habit. I'm also pretty much a nerd and bookworm and i did get hated for that. Im the nerd of my house and that's the title i have lol. Im always there to fix any problem and everyone often asks me to solve problems and conflicts. Especially technological lol.

Anyways. I relate to Vio a lot and that's one reason why I love him sm. He's just alone and misunderstood. I love to analyze him to know him better. 💜

Who do i want to be more like? Blue 💙

Blue is impulsive and confident and doesn't seem to hesitate to sacrifice himself or get hurt or get judged. He seems to value himself and not afraid to throw a tantrum if necessary. He defends himself and won't tolerate anything harmful against him. I do have lot of theories about him too lol. Unlike Vio, i think he's not fine with being alone too much. Also, id day his very open and honest to himself. He won't pretend to be someone he's not. Unlike Vio, who would. He also can cheer up someone with a bit of positivity or joking. He values himself but later he learns to work with others. Unlike Vio, who's always independent and through the manga i still think Vio prefers to work alone. Blue doesn't seem to have any issues with ppl, so I think he's also trusting and carefree with society. The angry but cheerful and silly guy :) Oh, but don't get me wrong he has angst in him which is a wound for another day >:]

As much as I love Vio, I love Blue and all the rest as well! While Vio seems stoic and introverted, i think he's just hurt and alone. He has a fake front and isn't always fine with breaking it. On the other hand, Blue seems to be the opposite. He's open, cheerful, but anger issues lol. I want to be more like Blue to let go of my worries a bit more and stop to overthink things. Also, having a fake front is sometimes energy draining. I better gather some courage and let go of it one day...

To wrap it up:

Who do i think im most like? Vio 💜

Who do i want to be more like? Blue 💙

Complete wrap up:

Linked Universe:

I think im most like Time (+additional Wind, Legend, and a bit of Hyrule)

I want to be more like Sky and/or Wild

Four Swords:

I think im most like Vio

And I want to be more like Blue

This was SO FUN to yap and ofc i could analyze my Four Swords bois even more. Blue's a very interesting character to analyze and cover, and Vio ofc he's my favorite to study (which often turns to simping lmao) LU bois are so diverse so I thought a lot about each one and unfortunately i could never analyze them as well as Four Swords bois since i didn't play all of their games. They're really different and have a lot under their fronts, but I was able to figure out smth lol.

Anyways, tysm Lily for this! This was super fun and a great yap pass for me! I took several days to think well and write this. I also have some personality issues so this was very interesting to do! Since, yes, i pulled out Samsung Notes, i can't really provide pictures for anything and that's what I usually do for Four Swords analysis. So, if more analyzing needed, id do it more shortly and hopefully more quickly with pics too since i love to place panels im analyzing. All in all, tysm <3 One of if not the best yap pass i ever had❣ If formatting is a bit weird it's bcuz of Samsung Notes lol XD

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

GHOSTS PREMIERED AND NOBODY TOLD ME!!!

[alchemicaladarna]

Ok, I haven't been on QSMPblr much lately, so I'm not sure if anyone has posted the link here yet?

But look at this absolutely incredible animation the community created!!! I've rewatched this about 5 times already, and I'm finding so many cool details in every part!!

All the animators did an amazing job on this, and I can't properly convey the excitement and nostalgia it makes me feel! Please, please, please, watch this if you haven't already, and if you did, please watch it again XDD

Thank you to all the artists who were a part of this project!! Y'all are epic <333

[crownshattered]

|| I WILL PLAY WUWA

just....just give me a moment.....

[hirazuki]

Ugh, I really want to finish editing this chapter so I can keep my posting streak going (9 weeks straight!), but my head is so full of work-related information that I am literally buzzing; vibrating at high speed.

Here's hoping that going to bed will help the storage space in my brain and I can work on it tomorrow T_T

[peekofhistory]

How to Make Guqin

Posting some of the steps to making a Guqin here. These aren't all the steps, but just a few that I've learned since arriving at the workshop :D

The teacher asked me today if I preferred making or playing the Guqin and I must say...playing is a lot less taxing physically xDD Between the carving, shaving, sanding, painting + lacquer allergy risk this entire process is quite demanding on the body. With this job you def don't need a gym membership xD

Carving The Guqin is hollow between the top and bottom board so we need to carve out all the wood in the centre. If you purchase a factory-made Guqin, this would be done mostly by machine and then some details done by hand. Here, it's 90% by hand.

Inside the Guqin When carving out the Guqin, we leave 2 slight bumps at the front and back, called the "Nayin/纳音" (sound absorber). This is so when the sound is vibrating through the centre it has something to bounce off of, otherwise it would sound too hollow.

A factory-made Guqin would leave two rectangular nayin since that's easier for the machine, here we carve it down into a gradual hill (pic 2, 3). Sometimes the Guqin maker can also play around with this to give the instrument a more unique sound, like pics 2 and 3 where my teacher decided to not complete carve the bottom flat and instead in this ripple-like pattern, and also do a U shaped nayin rather than just a little bump.

When putting on the first layer of paint, we also wrap the Guqin in fabric to prevent the wood from cracking in the future.

Guqin paint in a workshop like this is lacquer (生漆 or 大漆), mixed with powder deer antler (鹿角霜). In a factory it would be chemical paint.

Most people experience some form of allergy to lacquer (Google says it's kind of similar to poison ivy allergy), you get rashes and small bumps on your skin all over your body (even if you don't touch the lacquer). My roommates are both having reactions these past few days, so far I've had a mild reaction around my ankles. As I mentioned in a previous post, there's no medication to completely cure or stop the reaction, you just need to "tough it out" until you build an immunity (and even then you'll still have a reaction but just very mild).

Lacquer starts off white or light beige, then oxidizes as soon as it meets oxygen. Within a few hours it becomes pitch black and then slowly dries over a few days (the hotter and damper the weather the faster it dries).

If you get lacquer on anything (including skin) you need some type of oil to remove it. The most effective is kerosene (blue jug). So essentially our work rooms are a big fire hazard with kerosene oil everywhere as we wipe it off our cloths, hands, tables, floor, etc.

Mixing some glue paste for the first layer of paint (this is to help the fabric adhere to the Guqin).

We put one layer of the paint+glue paste on the Guqin, then put the fabric on top, and slather on another layer of the paint+glue paste making sure it's thick enough to hide the fabric pattern.

Then we leave it to dry (pic 3). You can see even as we worked the paint darkened from light beige/brown to a dark, dark brown. By the next day it'll become fully black.

So much work goes into making one of these instruments. So many variables can influence the sound of a Guqin, including size, shape, thickness and density of the wood, type of wood, age of wood, shape and size of the nayin, height of the bridge, type of string, etc. A master Guqin maker needs to take all of these into consideration in order to make one instrument that has a beautiful sound.

To make a full Guqin, we need at least 1.5 years, possibly longer. My arms ache, my legs ache, my back aches, my fingers are sore, my ankles itch (my fellow students said one of their fingers swelled so much their phone screen didn't recognize his touch, and last summer his bumps got infected and they had to take him to the hospital), I've got scrapes and cuts all over my hands, just after 2 weeks of working here xDD

[kexyyxx]

Ohmehgosh I'm back with some skrunklies

This was pain to make especially due to artblock and my mental state. And for some reason, I was like "Hmm. Let's try to do a colored lineart with this. OH and on top of that, let's use my pen instead of my finge- oh yeah, nope, that's worse, back to the fingers." Lmao

(I'm viewing this on my phone now and phew this looks absolute garbage compared to when I look at it from my tablet AJSIWJSJSK also I'm in a phase where my artstyle is stagnating so what the hell)

By the way, to those who reacted to my previous post; thank you so much for your support. I'm so glad that you guys are this understanding, your words seriously warmed my heart. Though I apologise, I won't reply to you individually because I don't want to cry again, I have been doing that for a good while these past two weeks, so yeah XDD But again, thank you so much, and although I don't know you guys in real life, I really appreciate you<3

[tux1i]

Oof rip quality, jusaa click the pic to make it good noice quality which idk why my quality goes wack

If he was in game, yeah his sprite would be either have this more space to show in the dialog story, A lovable guy that only cherish on person (that is you) and mostly uses Shadow Milk Cookie as his punching bag (if any case If Shadow Milk Cookie tries to raid the kingdom)

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• His limbs are all stretchy not that hard tough crispy cookie kind of texture. He has that those dough cookie (that are edible) and how it makes him that stretchy. His easily to melt and well freeze, but though freezing him is what makes him an actually tough cookie but yknow not crispy. Just hard cookie texture. If a sharp object inject or stab, it felt nothing to him or makes this hole in his dough to avoid it. Pretty much OP if his dealing with a beast cookie. His flexible and stretchy ofc. But it doesn't mean his that OP, of course he can crumbled someways.

• If his actually facing his counter part (Shadow Milk Cookie) he will absolutely destroy him legit. He really does not like Shadow Milk Cookie. For a reason (which is unknown for now). And if any case scenario if Shadow milk Cookie attempts to raid Caprice's kingdom (mostly your kingdom that Caprice is currently living in) Then of course, easy one on one battle for Caprice and Shadow Milk Cookie.

● His weapon is a hammer, yknow like Amy rose. But the handle part of the hammer is this flimsy like not stiff how it can bend. And it's Hella huge compare to Shadow Milk Cookie's tiny staff of his.

• His boing boing bouncy, can jump real high lol

□ Tbh The black dots on his hair sorta fits him, lady bug like with those two piece of hair he has as the antennas lol. Even there was this concept that his beast form is either a Ladybug or a..firebug? And it was supposed to be. .like this protection kind of symbol how his basically protecting the kingdom (which is yours) but he I remember his not a beast, his a special type of cookie so sadly scrap that idea.

□ Another scrap is that he can clone himself, how his so stretchy and able to heal himself. He can just grab a chunk of himself of his dough and using his own magic to clone himself a mini version of him. Or even a clone of him of the same size as him. But I scrap that idea how I'm not sure about that idea.

☆His class was either a assassin or magic (idk lol I sorta forget that I didn't play cookie run kingdom for weeks almost a month since I sorta lose interest playing it.)

♡ by his stretchy dough limb, he would absolutely help you whenever your in cramp schedule. Just stretch here or there to grab and give it to you.

♡ His pupils can change shape and show his energy, like If his pupil were have to his low batter typa display in his heart eye that would mean his low in energy and pretty much being lazy or tired. His only energy is by love and just fuels that energy from you. And he gets hyper from being overwhelmed by love from you. And he doesn't really require to eat (I think?) But if you do make meals or bake, I guess he will try to eat it, but it doesn't make him feel different like feeling full or feeling hungry. His built different for real

• Doesn't like Shadow Milk Cookie. Would throw him in the river

• The swirls are his blushing or embarrassed display, Rather then hue spread in a cookie's face. Just swirls appear and glows if his blushing, embarrassing or flattered.

• The amount of love letter he has for you. Just..tons... he just likes to write, or writing fanfics of you and him xdd also his allergic to flowers. So no flowers, if you don't like flowers then it's good for him since his allergic to any kind of flowers.

♤ Why does he has a love letter on his eye? From what I mention that the witch who created this cookies to life has a little young sister. And when making the creation of Caprice, she accidently knock out a love letter that is a decoration icing for cakes. And yeah.

♤ I forgot also why his head has a cracked part but must've been permanent from his backstory, reference how gems (Steven Universe) having to have a bad experience that cause that part of their body permanently. And it displays there forever.

□ Speaking of Love Letter in his eye, there is a concept of him losing his right eye. For...bad reasons. Or part of the story that I decided to not add it. That I go with the idea that is above this text.

♧ Fact that he can curl himself into a ball or well shape into an armadillo by using his hair. 👍

I sorta like this one, just the curious sprite but up side own

[tiredsmashbros]

got requested by the gREAT @bluesbox to draw this HUKGHVJ based on the dungeon meshi meme goin around xDD

kind of feels like a continuation from this post i made from an ask almost a week ago ngl xDDDD GIVE TARI GRASS

anywho, have another wip of the mini comic i'm making inspired by @notethisdownnow's gacha lore vids BC THEY ARE SO GREAT AND SO PERFECTLY ALIGNED WITH WHAT I HAD IN MIND FOR TSB PLEASE GO CHECK OUT IT OUT IF U HAVENT THERES TWO VID PARTS PLEASEEEE {here's part one go watch it pls its great i beg}

i'm sendinga mini wip mainly bc i've fully decided to go full rendered on this shit and i wanna keep the page a secret till it's finalized- i promise ya'll r not going to be disappointed i am a mad man im cookin so hard rn the entire kitchen is on fire

[cyber-dump-171]

Chapter 1: Roadside Help

The End is Near (Gravity Falls x Reader)

← Prologue | Masterlist | Chapter 2 →

Word count: 6.9k.

WARNING: mentions of violence, nausea, blood, injuries, weapon and gun usage, a monster, and body horror.

Note: thank you for the likes and reblogs! Btw, this is the first time I write a character with a country accent, I apologize if it's horrible xdd

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‘Good evening, folks! Or is it morning? Well, either way, fantabulous of you to tune in at The New Wave Network, where we’re grooving no matter the time of day! It’s the 2nd of October and the clock strikes at 1:15 a.m. Hoo boy! We’re just a few weeks away from Halloween, so, let’s set the mood with Shadowplay’s new wicked song “The Graveyard Shift”. Have a listen, folks!’

As you step on the accelerator, pine and cedar trees zoom past your window and the outside world becomes a blur. You've been surrounded by greenery and nature for two hours now, and while it's been a pleasant sight at first, you're quickly becoming concerned as the scenery repeats itself. Your destination seems completely unreachable, almost non-existent.

When you woke up two days ago, you didn't expect to uproot your entire life and move halfway across the country for your job. It started when you arrived at the precinct that morning; a week earlier, rumors of a possible promotion in your unit had spread like wildfire, leaving your colleagues and friends suddenly on top of their game.

For example, Craig, who always had food stains on his shirt and an unshaven face, wore immaculate button-downs and slicked-back hair. Jack, who had always flipped the bird at your boss whenever the old man wanted something, now happily made his coffee and showered him with sickly sweet compliments.

You, on the other hand, were content with your position as a forensic scientist. That's not to say that the possibility of a better salary and even having your own office away from the row of wall-to-wall cubicles wasn't tempting, but you weren't exactly desperate for a change within the precinct. You were planning on moving sometime soon.

But that thought flew out the window as your boss immediately dragged you into his office and offered you the opportunity. But what the rumors didn't tell you was that it wasn't a promotion... you were being transferred to another precinct to fill an empty position and it offered better benefits, like a new house and a higher salary... though it was in the middle of nowhere.

It was a tempting offer, and you almost gave in when you were shown a picture of the beautiful house. But something kept nagging at you: the town. Gravity Falls? Never heard of it. Sure, you don't know every single place in the United States, but something about it told you to not take that chance.

When asked why you were chosen, your boss simply replied: “You’re the perfect candidate for this.” He didn't let you probe further into his answer but fervently insisted on hearing your verdict. He almost checked the "yes" box on the form until you physically stopped him.

“I’ll think about it,” that didn’t last long, because as soon as you exited the office and made a beeline to your cubicle, you ran into Jackson Murdock, an asshole who thought he was more important than the moon and who worriedly took far too much pleasure in pestering you, leaning against your desk and sneering that he would love to take said “opportunity”. 

So, without a moment’s thought, you turned right back around and shook your boss's clammy, wrinkled hand. His smile was rather off-putting as he handed you the paperwork.

And that's how you found yourself here, your entire life packed into a myriad of cardboard boxes shoved into your car as you drive through a darkly lit, foggy forest. You were supposed to arrive five hours earlier but ended up getting stuck in traffic due to a massive accident. 

The soft rock tune from the radio fills the quiet space as you tighten your grip on the steering wheel, desperate to stretch your legs. “Fucking hell, where are you, Gravity Falls?” as if on cue to your annoyed tone, you finally drive past a massive weathered billboard with the town's name accompanied by a: ‘Nothing to see here!’. 

“Finally,” you murmur in relief as exhaustion tugs at your eyes, the coffee from earlier did nothing to keep the sluggishness at bay. You lean forward, eyes squinting as your foot deftly shifts to gently press against the brakes, slowly decreasing the car's speed. The last thing you want right now is to miss a possible exit into town and end up deeper in the woods.

Speaking of which, you knew that Oregon was famous for its breathtaking scenery and gorgeous natural landscapes, but where the hell were you driving? Outside your window, the forest looked like something straight out of those recently popular horror movies that everyone in the precinct was talking about.

Tall, monster-like trees stretched far into the sky, their dense foliage and branches so intertwined that it was almost impossible for any of the moon's rays to penetrate through and illuminate the dirt road. Past the bare nature that forms a pathway, there is nothing to see, not even other trees, rocks, or signs of wildlife. It's completely pitch dark and dead.

Your stomach is in knots, perhaps from the lack of food or the scenery outside. Whatever it is, you need to get through this as soon as possible, because you're exhausted, and the less you're near this road, the better. You crank up the heat a little more and take a sip of the now-cold coffee that sits on the cup holder, as the engine of your car hums quietly climbing over a dirt hill, its dim headlights breaking through the thick fog.

But before you get very far, you come across a peculiar sight. Down the small hill, parked on the right between some large rocks, is an old, somewhat battered red pickup truck. Exaggerated clouds of thick smoke billow from the raised hood, and through your window you notice a pair of hands clutching some tools in a desperate attempt to repair the car.

Curious, you approach the vehicle and catch a glimpse of what you assume to be its owner, blowing away the gray clouds while coughing furiously, his small round glasses barely hanging from the tip of his nose and his green patterned shirt stained with grime. Your headlights cast a shadow on the car, and when the man hears the sound of your car’s engine, he lifts his head excitedly, but accidentally smacks his forehead against the hood.

You cringe at the image and watch as the poor man stumbles away from the truck, holding his head in pain as he almost falls to his knees. You feel sorry for the guy, not only did his car break down in the most eerie place possible, but it also happened in the middle of the night. Still, you remain cautious, silently reaching for the police-issued Taser tucked in the left pocket of your coat, which is haphazardly lying on the passenger seat on top of your purse.

Even though the man looks scrawny, and you assume that if he were to throw a punch it would only leave a nasty bruise, you can't help but think that he might want to inflict some harm on you. You've read countless files, back in the archival rooms of your old precinct, of victims who kindly stop to aid others only to be robbed or even murdered in return. 

Dazed, the man looks up in the distance at your car, and his eyes light up in pure relief at the sight but are quickly replaced with desperation as he furiously wails his arms around, silently begging you to stop. Meanwhile, you maneuver the vehicle to the side of the dirt road, harshly pulling on the hand brake as you swiftly attach the taser’s holster to your belt before quickly lowering your sweater to cover it. 

Cold, harsh air bites at your warm skin as you lower your window, making sure to keep your feet near the accelerator and your left hand on the hand brake to book it as soon as this man tries to do anything remotely suspicious. Soon, two shivering hands cling to your windowsill and you’re finally able to get a better look. You noticed that he clumsily cleaned his face and glasses using his sleeve. ‘He’s rather cute.’ 

“Yer a lifesaver! I’ve been sittin’ here for what feels like a whole eternity!” he exclaims in a thick country accent, giving you a closed-eyed smile as he shivers from the freezing wind. You make a small note of his fast speech and silently wonder if it’s the temperature or an underlying anxious habit. 

“No problem, what can I do to help?” you don't mean for your voice to sound so monotonous, but you're exhausted from the long drive and the eerie atmosphere isn't helping. The man removes his hands from your car, opting to shove them into his pants pockets as a puff of condensed breath escapes from his mouth, his back hunched at an awkward angle. “Do ya happen to have a lantern or somethin’ to light up this here mess? I just wanna see how bad this damage is.”

You decide not to blurt out that his car might be beyond repair, as you swear the thing will burst into flames in a matter of minutes. Instead, you wordlessly reach for the open cardboard box on the floor of the passenger seat, silently thanking yourself for putting your work stuff in the front, as you quickly find the lantern and hand it to him. “Careful, it’s an industrial flashlight so it might be a bit heavy.”

The man beams at your actions, his cold fingers gently brushing against yours as he takes the lantern from your grasp. “Thanks a bunch! Could ya give me a hand here and hold this light for me?” he asks rather cheerfully as you mull over your answer. Well, the faster he gets his car fixed the sooner you’ll be able to get home and sleep. 

After a few seconds of silence, you wordlessly nod before rolling up the window to preserve the little heat left inside and then turning the key on its side, your car ceasing its small vibrations as the motor shuts down. You don’t waste any more time as you grab your coat and kick the door open, immediately slipping on the warm attire as your teeth slightly chatter. ‘Fucking wind, why is it so cold? It’s not even winter, yet.’

The man has already made his way back to the pickup, and your tired eyes notice that the amount of smoke coming from under the hood has, thankfully, decreased. Taking wide strides, the dry leaves crunch underneath your boots as you quickly approach the man and gingerly slide your hand out of your pocket, your index pointing to the flashlight. 

He perks up at your presence, but when his gaze lands on your face, you notice in the dim light that a small blush adorns his pale cheeks.

He stares at you for a few seconds with a dumbfounded expression, and it's only when you clear your throat and jab your finger forward that he seems to snap out of it, clumsily handing you the lantern as he focuses on the car's motor. A rather awkward silence ensues as you simply shine the light on the battered machine and he quietly tinkers with it. You should ask him his name.

“So, what are you doing out here at such an hour?” you ask, holding back a yawn. The man doesn't look up from his work, but you notice a small, rather endearing smile on his lips. “Oh! Well, my college buddy moved out here about a month ago and was lookin' for a research partner. Asked if I'd help him out and here I am!” he remembers enthusiastically as he looks at you for a moment, quietly inquiring about your reasons for being here.

“I’m the new Chief of Police in Gravity Falls,” if he was about to try something, then perhaps mentioning your work would dissuade him from that thought. Instead, however, his eyes twinkle with what you assume is excitement as he gives you a broad smile. What a bizarre man. “Well, I reckon we'll be seein' each other a whole lot!”

Suddenly, as if processing his words, he pales at the implications of his sentence and stares at you, eyes wide. “N-Not like that! I’m a law abidin’ citizen, I-I swear! We ain’t doin’ anythin’ illegal!” his panicked reaction gets you to laugh out loud, the light slightly shaking in your grasp. “It’s fine, don’t worry. I get what you were trying to say,” as the laughter dies down, the two of you fall back into silence, but this time it is more comfortable.

Unfortunately, it doesn't take long for the man to let out a frustrated sigh as he runs a dirty hand through his caramel blond hair. “Darn it… radiator’s busted,” he mutters under his breath. He won't be able to start the truck tonight; he'll have to look for a spare part. But your conscience won’t allow you to leave him here, especially when you feel as if something might jump out of the bushes and attack you.

Yes, the forest is creepy, but you doubt it is plagued by cryptids. At most, some predators are lurking around.

You lean over to take a look at what's in his truck; there aren't many boxes or luggage stuffed in the back seats, and it seems like everything fits perfectly inside your car. “Hey, how far’s your friend’s house? I’ll take you there,” he perks up, a hopeful expression washing away the worries and stress of the broken car. “Really!? Oh, bless your soul! It should be ‘bout ten minutes from here.”

The man scurries off to put his tools away and pushes the hood shut before getting his luggage out. Meanwhile, you leave the right-hand door of the back seat open as you start to take some things from his hands, wanting to hurry the process as the cold has now seeped into your bones and you can't stop shivering. You think the cold will kill you before any imaginary monster can.

Soon, the man's truck is empty and locked, but just as you're about to climb into the driver's seat, he lets out a small gasp and rubs his hands roughly against his trousers before extending one to you with a polite smile. “My mama would give me a piece of her mind for bein’ so poorly mannered. I'm Fiddleford H. McGucket, pleased to meet ya.”

You return the greeting firmly, noting that his hand is calloused and freezing, as you reply curtly with your name. Fiddleford repeats it under his breath, testing to feel how it rolls off his tongue, but a strong gust of wind causes you both to rapidly let go of each other's hands as you hurry to get into your car.

You waste no time turning on the heater, both of you breathing a sigh of relief as the warmth relaxes your muscles and soothes your frozen skin. Soon the wheels are turning and the sight of Fiddleford's truck grows smaller and smaller as you make your way along the foggy road.

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The ride is peaceful as Fiddleford leads the conversation, telling you a few facts about himself before turning his attention to you, his dark eyes full of curiosity. You cringe a little, not meaning for your voice to be so flat and your responses to be curt, but you're still getting used to socializing and you're tired. You also don’t understand what’s so interesting about yourself. 

But Fiddleford doesn't seem to mind, enjoying the brief silences and conversations he has with you as he stares out the window. You also finally start to see some signs of civilization in the form of crude wooden signs haphazardly nailed into the trunks of trees, indicating how far the town is. After a few bumps in the road, Fiddleford pulls a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolds it.

“Ok… so, when ya see that sign sayin’ we’re three kilometers from the entrance to Gravity Falls, turn left,” from your peripheral vision, you watch as he extends a finger and motions to the side. “Your friend lives quite far away from town,” as the words leave your mouth, you’re made painfully aware of the taser still strapped to your belt. You hope that Fiddleford didn’t trick you… you were starting to like him.

Thankfully, your comment seems to resonate with him as he turns to look at you with an excited expression. “Right!? Told’im the same thing! But he said the place was perfect ‘cause there’s a ‘large concentration of specimens’ or somethin’ like that. Gosh, what a pain s’going to be to go to the market every week,” you can help but quietly chuckle as he huffs in frustration, relief coursing through your body.

Soon the two of you return to your normal routine, and before you know it, you're turning your blinker on and maneuvering the steering wheel as the car begins to enter the man-made driveway. A few meters ahead, you see a bizarre A-shaped house with the lights on, and Fiddleford exclaims happily, "That's the house!" 

But just as you're about to step on the gas to start driving up the hill, a figure suddenly dashes out of the trees and you instantly hit the brakes, stopping the car just in time to avoid hitting the person standing a few inches from the hood. You and Fiddleford lurch forward as you gasp in shock, staring with wide eyes and fast-beating hearts at the scene ahead of you. 

You grip the steering wheel tightly, your knuckles turning white as you hold your breath from the momentary fear that quickly turns to worry. In front of you, a young boy, no more than 16 years old, stares blankly at the window like a deer caught in the headlights. His face is deathly pale, his cheeks sunken as his chest rises and falls at an increasingly rapid pace, puffs of white steam quickly condensing against the cold air. It’s almost invisible, but you notice he’s trembling either from the cold or fear.

But what makes your stomach fall is the state he’s in. Three long cuts decorate the lower part of his jaw, the blood around the wound is dried, he has a busted lip and a large bruise surrounds his left eye, you can see that he is having trouble keeping it open, perhaps it is already starting to swell. 

His blond hair is disheveled, mixed with twigs, leaves, and dirt. There are several cuts and other wounds on his neck and near his stomach, his shirt has four large gashes, although he does not appear to be bleeding in that area. But that does not explain the fact that his hands and part of his forearms are covered in dirt, moss, and a combination of fresh and dried blood.

From what you can see, he's wearing pajamas and doesn't appear to be armed or carrying any kind of weapon. Nevertheless, he appears to be in a state of hysteria and shock so any sort of rapid or sudden movement could lead to a violent reaction or you could scare him away. You must approach him with caution.

You get out of the car, taking care to open the door gently but quickly, not hearing Fiddleford's warning to wait. The sound of the door seems to wake the boy from his stupor, and as you expected, his face falls swiftly and he begins to back away, his body shaking uncontrollably. “Please… don’t hurt me,” his voice trembles, filled with panic as his eyes become crystalline, tears threatening to spill.

“It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just worried, are you okay?” you stay put, making sure your tone is as gentle as possible to not alarm or scare him away. You notice that the atmosphere outside is deadly quiet, you can’t hear the singing of the crickets, much less the howling of the wind. ‘What the hell is going on!?’

“I need to know you’re human,” the boy demands in a shaky tone, having put a good distance between you and him. You raise an eyebrow at his request, but he seems deadly serious as his forehead furrows and his jaw clenches, his fists balling up as if ready to fight if you don't comply. “How do you want me to prove I’m human?”

For some reason, the question seems to put him at ease, as he relaxes his posture though he remains rather hostile. “I… I don’t know but… I-I just don’t know who to trust,” through whispers, tears spill from his eyes as he holds a hand out, terrified. You stand still for a moment, completely confused as to what to do, but it seems the best way to calm him down is to tell him about yourself.

“My name is (Y/N),” you begin and gently close the car door as you take a step forward. The boy perks up, teary eyes staring at you in confusion. You continue, slightly shivering as a gust of wind passes by, yet you don’t hear anything but your voice. “I’m 27. I graduated from Backupsmore as a forensic scientist… um… I hate bees and my favorite color is-”

Before you can finish, the boy suddenly bolts from his spot, his frail arms quickly wrapping around your torso and hugging you as tightly as he can. Unfortunately, due to the force, you come tumbling down, your back harshly scratching against the dirt. You're shocked for a moment, but then you feel his tears rapidly soaking your sweater and his bloody hands tightly clutching the material as he wails loudly, the sound reverberating through the dead ambient.

Somewhat stiffly, your arms embrace the boy, one hand gently rubbing circles on his back, which is shaking as he sobs. His skin is frozen, he's been out for a long time. Fiddleford quickly gets out of the car and crouches down beside you with a worried look on his face, quietly asking you if everything is alright. You just give him a small smile in return, hoping to reassure him.

"M-Miss, please help me, I'm so scared," he mumbles between loud cries, hiding his face in your shoulder. You just nod and guide him through some breathing exercises to help him think more clearly and calm down. When the crying ceases, you take off your jacket and drape it over his shoulders hoping it will warm him up a bit, while Fiddleford gently places a hand on his head.

"Let's start at the beginning, what's your name?" your question in a soft tone. The boy lifts his face from your shoulder and two red-rimmed eyes look at you sadly. "M-My name is L-Lawrence W-Woodworth," he replies scared, the words barely leaving his mouth as he shivers. "Nice to meet you, Lawrence. This is Fiddleford, my friend," the brown-haired man gives the boy a slight smile as he nods.

"You have to tell me what happened, how did you get here?" Lawrence shudders at your words but dryly swallows, as if to gather courage, and begins "W-We were coming back from my house, Dylan, Kyle and I... we were working on a s-school project. And out of nowhere, I don't know what it was, but s-something came out of the trees and..."

His palms harshly wipe away at his eyes, though he winces as he grazes the injured one. Fiddleford silently encourages him to continue as he rubs his shoulders. “I-It ripped Kyle’s s-stomach out… D-Dylan called 911 and t-then in the woods something that looked like Kyle but wasn’t Kyle… it even talked like him… it was just standing t-there and i-it started to chase us… w-we got separated and somehow I ended up here…”

You can't believe what you're hearing. If it weren't for the fact that Lawrence looks completely paralyzed with fear, you'd think this story was taken from a horror book. Could the monster be a product of the possible trauma of seeing his friend badly hurt? Or did they mistake the killer, who was standing at a long distance from them, for a more twisted version of a friend? Those are the only explanations you can currently come up with.

You look up and notice that Fiddleford has a much more serious look on his face, he seems to believe everything the boy says. But before you can question him, a bloodcurdling scream followed by a distorted roar echoes through the forest and Lawrence looks up, what little color he had regained in his face drained away. "DYLAN! OH GOD IT'S DYLAN! I HAVE TO GO GET HIM!"

Lawrence is about to run off into the woods when you grab his wrist to stop him from moving, causing the boy to yelp in pain. "Sorry, but you're not going, you're injured and putting yourself in more danger. Fiddleford, take Lawrence to your friend’s and call the police. I'll look for the other boy," you order firmly, before getting up and going to your car, opening it forcefully and diving between all the boxes.

Behind you, you hear Fiddleford gasp in surprise, his boots breaking several branches as he quickly approaches your figure. “(Y/N), be extremely careful, please. Whatever it is, it's dangerous. Please tell me you're carrying a weapon or somethin’,” the man exclaims worriedly. You quietly nod before you notice a small, thin, black briefcase, unfamiliar to you tucked between some cardboard boxes labeled “kitchen”.

Quickly, you unlock the clasp and open the lid, revealing a Smith & Wesson Model 4506 stored in the middle. Your stomach twists, this would be your first time using this thing. But you swallow that fear, a kid is in danger. Fiddleford gasps as he watches over your shoulder as you quickly load the gun with nine rounds and strap the holster to your belt, right next to the Taser. "Don't worry, it's police-issued, I've got a license and I know how to shoot."

You quickly head over to your driver’s seat, shut the car off, and grab the lantern that you stored in the glovebox. As you turn around, you quickly shove your car keys in Fiddleford’s unexpecting hands and turn over to look at Lawrence, who’s now standing up, still trembling. “What does your friend look like?” you walk over to the car, momentarily covering one of the headlights.

“D-Dylan’s tall, has short curly black hair, dark skin, and glasses. H-He was wearing… I-I think I white T-shirt,” you nod, creating the mental picture of his friends as you begin to sprint over to the forest. “BE CAREFUL,” Fiddleford’s voice filled with concern sounds distant as you book it, the cold wind cutting at your skin.

The forest is deadly quiet, the only sounds you can hear are your rapid breathing and the crunching of dried leaves and twigs as your boots stomp over them. Your stomach curls into a knot and your mouth goes dry as the faster you run, the darker your surroundings seem to get.

"DYLAN!?" your voice echoes through the trees as you flash the light around you. There are only trees, trees, and more trees! They are all starting to look the same. And the fog makes it worse as you can barely see past a few feet in front of you. You exhale exhaustedly, pausing for a moment as you try to regain your sense of direction. Your muscles ache from the sudden movement, you were more used to a life behind a desk than running in the field.

"OVER HERE! PLEASE! HELP ME!" your head whips to the right as you hear the distant screams of a young boy. There was no time to waste, as the force you used to push yourself forward caused the soles of your feet to kick up a patch of dirt and moss. You call his name again, trying to locate him more easily, and he answers, his voice much clearer now. 

Soon you come to a clearing illuminated by the moonlight, and sitting against the trunk of one of the trees, his head tucked between his head and a hand on his left shoulder, is the boy who fits Lawrence's description.

"Dylan? My name is (Y/N), I met your friend, Lawrence, I'm here to take you to safety," you say breathlessly, watching as the boy slowly lifts his head, tears streaming down his face as he quietly holds back a sniffle. "L-Lawrence is okay? H-He's not hurt?" you nod softly and quickly walk over, kneeling in front of him and as you give him a warm smile.

"Yes, he's with my friend now, and help is on the way. Are you hurt?" now that you're closer, you notice that there's a deep cut on his left cheek and that his glasses are nowhere to be found, most likely lost while running through the woods. As you gently encourage him to roll over, Dylan hiccups, having cried the last of his tears, before carefully removing the hand that was holding his shoulder.

Underneath his bloody palm are two deep, heavily bleeding cuts that look very similar to the ones on Lawrence's shirt. Up close, the injury looks unnatural, and you can't put your finger on what could have done this; you assume it could be something like a hook, but the width of the gash is much wider than a butcher's hook or something heavier. "I-It got me when I tripped on a corner. I managed to f-fight it off though," he admits sheepishly, dropping his head back to his knees as he recalls the encounter. So that was the scream.

"You were incredibly brave, don't be ashamed, Dylan," you whisper comfortingly, focusing your attention on treating the wound. Placing the lantern on the ground, you grab the bottom of the sweater with both hands and pull in different directions with enough force that the threads begin to snap. Ripping the fabric until it reaches above your belt, you pull so that it goes around your waist, gathering enough to make a makeshift tourniquet.

Dylan watches quietly as you successfully separate the torn piece from your sweater. "Okay, this is going to hurt, but I'm going to wrap this around your wound, okay?" he nods shakily at your instructions, lowering his knees and stretching his injured arm out to the side. You quietly guide him to take deep breaths as you slip the fabric underneath the armpit and tightly twist and turn the cloth, softly apologizing when he winces or gasps for air.

After a few seconds, you tie a knot with the remaining cloth, successfully stopping the bleeding for the moment. Dylan tests his arms by stretching and moving the limb before standing up and grabbing the lantern left on the grass. "Where did the attacker go?" your eyes scan the area around you, but the overwhelming darkness and fog make it impossible for you to see what is beyond the clearing. The area is so quiet, so devoid of life, that you can hear your heartbeat, which begins to pick up as you hear the crunch of leaves and twigs.

Dylan and you have not moved an inch.

"Mooooooom," a distorted and crooked voice wails sadly from the trees, shaking you to your core. Its pitch goes up and down as it gets closer and closer to where you're standing, calling out in pain, searching for its mother. It doesn't even sound like a human, let alone an animal, it's as if something is painfully trying to imitate human speech.

Then you remember what Lawrence said: something that had the appearance of his friends yet it wasn’t him. There's no way... there's no way that things like that exist… Those are just myths, right? You feel Dylan tense up next to you and the light source emitting from the lantern begins to shake in his grip. The creature is determined to find you, it keeps calling out, and whatever it is, it is big, as the ground beneath it shakes and rumbles slightly whenever it takes a step. 

"When I tell you to run, keep going straight until you find a hut. Don't stop and don't look back," you command in a hushed whisper, feeling your heart pounding loudly against your chest as your nimble fingers quietly unlock the holster and grab the handle of your gun. “O-Ok, please be careful, ma’am,” he replies, holding the lantern tighter.

Soon the footsteps are shaking the pebbles scattered across the ground and the mushrooms growing in the trunks of the nearby trees, and you can feel the vibrations in your ears. Beside you, Dylan slowly begins to back away from the noise, inching closer to where you first entered, while you stare at the source of the sound. "Mooooom... I want my mom," it cries again, this time louder, and you shudder at the disgusting tone in which it speaks.

"I hate it... why does it sound so much like Kyle?" Dylan whispers through clenched teeth, this time further away from you. So you were right, it's trying to imitate human speech, but you wonder why it's calling to its mother. You don't have time to answer as a massive figure begins to break through the mist, and you hold your gun tightly, raising it so that the barrel points straight at what you assume is the creature's head.

But you freeze up as soon as the thing reveals itself. The monster is incredibly tall, it reaches to the middle of one of the pine trees and you estimate it to be about two meters in height. It is dragging its arms on the ground, massive hands with dirty nails pointing up towards its pale and bony palms, and its head is tilted to the side, in a childlike manner. 

Sunken and completely hollow eyes with a single silver dot are staring directly at you, the toothless mouth is open wide, creating an oval shape in which you can’t see anything other than an empty void, while distorted boyish cries are coming from the deepest parts of its throat. 

Worst of all, you finally understand what Lawrence and Dylan were saying. It has copied the appearance of a young ginger boy, but because its body is so large and deformed, it looks as if it has stretched an image of what you assume to be Kyle and plastered it onto its body. 

The skin is ghostly pale and looks pulled and torn, its hair is a mangled mess with various bald spots revealing a fleshy black interior, and its "clothes" look painted over and reveal a thin torso with paper-thin skin that closely exposes a skeleton with way too many bones for you to count. It twitches unnaturally as it just stands there, looking at you while begging for his mother without moving.

You can't begin to comprehend what the hell is in front of you. It doesn't feel real, the lack of sound around you, the intense fog, and the imagery make it feel like you're in a lucid nightmare. But you're brought back to reality when you realize that Dylan is still behind you, crying softly as he stares at the mockery of his friend's image. "Run on the count of three, okay?" you don't take your eyes off the creature.

"One," your body's facing forward, you move your dominant leg a step back, both feet planted firmly on the ground as you aim the barrel to hit right between the monster's eyes. It doesn't move, only keeps twitching and wailing in a deep tone.

"Two," you steady your body and take a deep breath as your finger hugs the trigger. Behind you, Dylan prepares to run. Once he's gone, the moonlight will be your only guide during the fight. Your heart beats faster as you take one last breath...just get this over and you’ll go home…

"THREE!" without wasting a second, you squeeze the trigger and fire, a flash of bright light shooting from the barrel and the bullet lodging deep inside the creature's head. The sound of the gun being fired echoes through the forest and you swear you can hear birds flying from the trees and some of the sound comes back. Dylan has already started to run, straight ahead as you instructed.

The shot sends the monster reeling a few steps back, but in retaliation, it lets out a distorted roar so loud it makes your eyes vibrate with pain. You don't let that deter you, though, as you load the second bullet into the chamber and prepare to fire at the creature's chest, right where you think its heart is. Unfortunately, it recovers rather quickly and stands up shakily before charging at you like a bull, swinging one of its gigantic arms in your direction.

You're able to dodge the attack, but the limb is so heavy that as soon as it hits the ground, the force knocks you to the ground and the weapon almost slips from your grasp. Luckily, you hold on tight, but the creature is relentless, one of its clawed hands grabs your right ankle, its sharp, bone-like claws digging easily into your flesh, tearing some of the skin. You grunt loudly, your teeth clenched as tears sting your eyes, but you aim the gun at the creature's shoulder and fire.

As the bullet connects with the skin, the monster screeches and painfully removes its claws from your ankle, nursing its new injury instead. You back away as fast as you can, grunting in pain and after a considerable distance, you do your best to stand up, limping slightly as you plant your feet firmly on the ground and load another bullet.

And you fire the third one.

And the fourth.

And the fifth.

“Won’t you just die already!?” you scream in frustration, fear and paranoia seeping into your mind as you watch the monster rise from the ground once more, five small holes in different parts of its body spilling a tar-like liquid onto the grass, staining it. It's almost invincible, no matter how many bullets you fire, it seems to do nothing but temporarily stun it and make it scream horribly.

You jump to the side as the monster charges forward again, but it miscalculates and runs straight through the tree instead. The impact is so powerful that it leaves a massive hole in the trunk, but it is temporarily stuck there; as it struggles to free itself, you waste no time finding its ankle and stomping down as hard as you can.

You almost fall forward...you did not expect its bones to be so fragile. But you almost rejoice in pure happiness as you've found its weak spot; it seems that physical actions are more effective. So you don't stop, kicking and punching with all your might as your limbs easily leave dents and holes in the monster's body. Your hands and boots are covered in the slimy dark substance, but you don't care, you're not going to die here.

In your angry tirade, you fail to notice that the creature is now free of the trunk. It turns, an arm swinging violently, making contact with the side of your torso, sending you flying to the other side of the clearing, where you crash hard into another tree, the air escaping your body as your lungs burn from the pain and your back cracks loudly.

Tears cloud your vision as the monster walks toward you, its actions mimicking a predator that has finally caught its meal. Your hands desperately search your surroundings for your weapon, but as you cough violently, you realize that the weapon has been crushed under the creature's weight on the other side of the clearing. “Oh fuck,” you mutter as the creature stands before you and wastes no time reaching down, its claws digging into your neck as it lifts you into the air.

You struggle to free yourself, your throat slowly crushed under the monster's grip, as something cold and plastic digs into the side of your hip. The Taser! As dark spots begin to fill your vision and your lungs burn, your hand reaches for your belt, unlatches the holster, and shakily pulls the device out.

Your scratched thumb quickly locates the switch and flips it on, and with all your might you jam the probes against the monster's skin and squeeze the trigger. As the volt of electricity coursed through the thing's insides, it let out a blood-curdling scream before dropping you to the ground. The pain is so great for the creature that it falls to the ground, rolling on its wrist.

But even though your world is spinning and you want nothing more than to throw up and fall asleep, you push through the pain and stand up shakily as you sprint to the monster and mercilessly stomp on its head, its skull cracking against your sole and the grass. You keep going, even when there's nothing left but a messy pile of mush and the tar-like substance, you don't stop.

You want this thing dead. Gone. Fuck whatever this thing is.

“(Y/N), STOP! It’s already dead!”

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💬New Post from holidaygirl1224

Hi everyone!!! SO sorry about the lack of a post yesterday... there was a loottt going on yesterday and I just completely forgot!!! DX It's the first day I've missed in monnthssss... I had such a long streak!!! Ah well... it's not like anyone was keeping track besides me XP Since I broke my streak anyways, I'll probabblyy stop trying to post LITERALLY every day... I won't be going anywhere, but I think it's okay if I miss a day or two. I've got a few things in my inbox to respond to, so if you've been waiting to hear from me, I'll get some replies out throughout this week! I hope you all had a merry Sunday, despite my absence... and I hope you have a merry day today, despite my presence XDD

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Skipping ahead again because it's the ned of the episode

Y'all 😭 I'm gonna lose it

But y'all are each other's family at least :')

It's not totally the same thing but <333

No one else 😭 :')

Yeah, you guys are family <333

UAAAAHHHHHHHH

126 FOREVER 😭

I'm not okay <33

Aww y'all :'((

Yeah, not anymore xdd

Is someone gonna call Tommy 😭 if so I'll lose it

GOSHHHHHH

UAAAAAHH TK calling Carlos 😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

STOPPPPP I'M NOT OKAY

UAAAGHHHHHH Marjan calling Joe 😭😭😭😭

The ring is beautiful though 🥺

They didn't even get a year :'((

AWWW Judd calling Charlie 😭😭😭😭😭🥺❤️

BUT HE SHOULD BE ABLE TO CALL GRACE

Guys I'm actually not okay xdd

Judd and Marjan :'(((

Your nieces :(?

UAAAAGHHHHHHHH GWYN REFERENCE??!?!!?

WILD 😭😭😭

AWWW LOOK AT NANCY AND MATEO 😭

Awww x'DD

So she knew :'(( :')

Y'all will figure it out <33

Maybe he'll get a commendation or smth idk 😭

Y'all <3

UAAAGHHHHHHHHH STOPPPPP I'M NOT OKAYYYY

U

A

G

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ALL BACK TO FATHER AND SON LIKE IT STARTED 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️💔💔💔

I am so not okay

YOO JAX SHOWED UP

I WAS WONDERING IF THEY WOULD D': :'O

YEAH GET THEM UNDER

Gosh 😭😭😭

Y'all I am so not okay

WHAT THE FREAKKK

WHAT THE FREAK IS THIS 😭😭😭

Imagine if they seriously do just decimate them 💀

Last episode from the og's point of view xD /j

GOSHHHH

Awww the barbecue :'))

At least they're (maybe) going out together <333

Oh no 😭😭

STOPPPP LOOK AT THEM ALLLL

OWEN AND TK AGAIN 😭😭😭😭💔💔❤️❤️🥺🥺

UAGH THE SILENCE

I am so not okay oh my gosh

OHHH NOOOO

WHAT THE FREAKKKKK

UAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

and there it is

My gosh 😭

[mable-stitchpunk]

Hello hello!! Guess who has more fanart, this time only clownwell pieces because-- help they have taken over my head, the clowns (or clown(1) ) are running around and I cannot work. I need them out please take them away. Oh god the Benny Hill theme song is playing non-stop--

Is like I explained before I think, tho I think I was talking more about Scott and Ennard but it applies to the four of them, their character arcs (alone, with eachother, with other characters) are just... so good??? I don't know how you made it but one: you managed to make me adore Ennard and Baby when they are the two characters that I disliked the most from canon (because they terrify me), two: you brought me back to my Phone Guy fanboy era help, and three: Michael. Just Michael. No need to say anything else.

So anyways-- fanart!! (two inspired from scenes in the fics, some van-related ideas, some very-very silly ideas, and a hint of alive-versions featuring Charlie. Last one because a friend is begging me to show you the "If" doodles and, yeah sure, I can do that, some of them, I guess, if you don't mind...)

(also one of them is older than the others--)

anyways have a good daaaayyyyy

AGGHSHSGJ I'M SO GLAD I CHECKED TUMBLR BEFORE BED! 8D Full disclosure, I've been on vacation with a buddy for about a week, so I'm majorly behind on everything- And ironically my buddy absolutely ADORES your Clownwells (Ennard especially) so this is all getting sent straight to her in the morning!

You SPOIL me! I've really gotta start paying you, especially now that I'm going to be stealing the drive-in idea because that is just so wonderfully adorable! 🥺

God, if I could pick through each piece- the hoodie smooch, the gruesome memories of Ben, Mike on a bike- I might have to steal that one too. I don't know how I'm getting him on one, but that mental image is too golden to pass up XDD Don't wander Hurricane at night, the animatronics start acting rather quirky.

Come to think of it, they're acting quirky even when they're not animatronics. ;) Okay, jokes aside though, the Human!Charlie and Baby is so very sweet. Moment positively obliterated by Ben, glad to see his inner Ennard's still lurking about! 🤡

With how well you draw them I had absolutely no idea you didn't like canon Ennard or Baby! You make them positively adorable, ESPECIALLY Ennard! 😊

And yes, I would KILL to see the 'if' doodles! None of this lot, thank goodness. XD But please, send away! I absolutely LOVE everything you've sent me- I even save them and look back at them when I need a quick pick-me-up! I hope that's not too weird.

[crownshattered]

|| Hello, my lovelies!! Here's a nice little starter call for very specific muses~ The purpose of this starter call is to give me something quick and dopamine-inducing when my brain needs a break from final assignments for the semester. Because of this, I have a very specific list of characters who have a lot of muse, so here you can request starters from them if you'd like!! You don't have to specify the muse this time, but I'd still appreciate it~

Like/comment on this post and I'll keep a list of the starters I owe!! I'll work on them whenever I need a break from studying!! Characters/verses that are included in this starter call are listed below (in no particular order)~

Faenethra (mostly normal bg3, but now that she has a HSR verse that's available too~)

Vee (i will give her other verses soon enough, but I'm a little too busy for that right now...)

HSR Lia (or any verse of Lia's tbh, but I have a lot of HSR thoughts for her XDD)

ATLA/Genshin/HSR Kira (same as before, happy to write anything for any Kira verse, but these three verses currently stand out~)

Suki

Rosalie (BSD or TWST~)

Reincarnated AU Koyuki

Focalors (though I still need to make her bio...)

Emily

Mipha (in any verse tbh)

Alanna (also any verse~)

Kristian (again, any verse!!)

Lyudmila

[irithiadourden]

First line tag

Ok, after playing Calanmine for hours I can finally sit and do this. Thank you @aurorasleeps-27, @makinglongwordsslutty, @sonics-atelier and @thesourcabbage for the tag! I loved seeing your creations, you are such talented people.

I have a lot of wips and stuff I never posted so it's a mix of published and unpublished stuff, but the first thing I found. Also a lot of Tamlin because it was Tamlinweek ❤️ And...it's the first paragraph because I liked it better than just the first line xDD

A beast of fire (Azris, in process, I'm working hard on this one because I want to have it ready before I post it, there's also going to be a lot of Nesta, TamCien and the Night Court finally being held accountable for the things they do).

What only a few years ago had been a splendid mansion, a bastion of spring beauty, and one of the most magnificent buildings Eris had ever seen in his life, was now little more than a ruin. The first thing he noticed when he crossed the border that separated the two courts was the lack of security: no guards, no patrols. It was as if the land had been completely abandoned. Even one of the small villages bordering Autumn, where he remembered wandering through on more than one occasion in search of information on Lucien, was now little more than a ghost town. Its inhabitants had probably fled to whatever court had taken them in after the war.

Too sweet (TamlinxTarquin, completed)

It seemed as if time did not pass in this part of the forest. Nature took its course, but everything was always calm, serene, in its place. Birds moved between the treetops and some fawns grazed at the edge of the waterfall that led to a small lake. In the early hours of the morning, the sun filtered through the leaves, giving everything an unearthly hue, a light somewhere between emerald and iridescent.

No manners (TamlinxEris, completed)

Eris watched him like a predator watching its prey, trying to decide if it was worth the hunt or if the time was not right. It had been months, since he had become Autumn's High Lord, that he had been working with Tamlin to help him rebuild his court.

Shelter (TamlinxLucien, in process)

After the war with Hybern, there had finally begun to be hope for a lasting peace in Prythian. Getting back on their feet after such a thing was no easy task for any of the courts, but especially for the one that had already suffered devastation before they all had to unite to stop the enemy advances. The treachery of Feyre had made the morale of her soldiers almost nonexistent, even prompting several small villages on the border with Autumn and Summer to be completely abandoned and their subjects to seek refuge in those lands. Support for Tamlin, who had always been seen as a just ruler willing to fight for what he believed was right, had turned to suspicion: who could support someone who had forced Feyre Cursebreaker to flee?

A youngest brother's duty (In process, Lucien playing matchmaker with Tamlin and Eris, because he loves them and they are two idiots who don't realize anything. There's also LucienxNesta in the background because I LOVE them together)

So far this day had been all about people moving around, arranging things, setting stuff up, putting up decorations, and laughter filling the air. Spring Court was gearing up for another Rain Festival, and Lucien knew this would be the perfect opportunity to follow through with his plan.

Azris (No name at the moment, I would like to have some chapters ready for the Azris week)

Fire was a living thing that crackled in his veins. It had been a long time, perhaps decades, since he had allowed his true flame to take shape. It was a fine line, the balance between not breaking before his father's tactics and not appearing too powerful. If Beron had believed that his heir was becoming a threat, he would have taken it upon himself to assassinate him with his bare hands. But he couldn't be careless; it wasn't just his life that was at stake —or what was important to him— but also that of his mother and his siblings.

Never Enough (LucienxNesta, in process, maybe I'll post it this week for NestaWeek but I don't know).

"Talk to me as a friend, as a lover. Lie to me, scream at me, tell me how much you hate me. Please never hold anything back. Tell me how much you adore me, or that you loathe the very sound of my voice. Make my name a psalm, a song or a curse. I can bear your love, anger or hate. But I will never, never be able to bear your indifference."

The cut that always bleed (ViktorxJayce, in process)

Viktor knew he was destined to fail until he took a break. His brain was protesting the lack of sleep and his back seemed determined to make his life miserable, or at least to make him give up his place in front of that blackboard full of formulas and various notes that he and Jayce had written in the last week.

The letters I never sent (AzrielxEris, in process)

In those moments, on the verge of waking up, when we are just a dream away, and your breath is mine and my heartbeat is yours, that is when I let myself imagine, just for a moment, that you love me too. Oh how sweet, how intoxicating. That hopeless, pitiful instant in which you and I are so close, and I can say "I love you" and you would say it back. That part of my mind that is always thinking about you, misses your dearly, and even if you are away, I'll settle with this fraction of you, that is more mine that yours.

Skin and bones (GalexMinthara, in process)

Gale took a moment to admire her. Her white hair cascaded down her back like a silver waterfall, giving way to ethereal skin. He knew what it felt like to hold her between his fingers, knew what it felt like to be at her feet, begging for an ounce of her affection. He could plead and remain on his knees for a lifetime if it meant he could kiss her again, he could worship the ground she walked on if it would only grant him the joy of looking at her forever, until his last breath tore him from this life.

If you've already been tagged, sorry, otherwise I'd love to see what you've been working on lately! @thornsinwinter, @olenvasynyt, @wovendreamscapes, @invaderdreyar, @wrraccountant, @icey--stars.

If you are seeing this and want to do it, considered yourself tagged!