#MAKES ME THINK OF DIG SITES AND GRAVES

[lilacstro]

pac: what big thing is coming next for you and when

on the suggestions of @darkbragance I would be making this post.

choose from 2 piles, idk why 2 and not 3 but yeah, choose as you like :)

paid readings open !

pile1 pile2

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⭐decks used: spirit speaks tarot, poesis oracle and vessel oracle for energy check

Pile 1

Energy check:

Did some of you travel to your childhood home or thought about it recently? Seems so. Some of you have been working on finding balance and structure in life I feel. Some of you could be overwhelmed with how tiring your life is, especially at home I feel. Maybe there is a responsibility on you all to always serve and be ready to give, to manage problems and give people structure either at your home or maybe even at your workplace. Some of you could also be tired of being stuck at home, finding work-life balance or wanting to travel somewhere that is not happening. Some of you could also be travelling back in time, thinking about the past a lot, especially childhood nostalgia. Did some of you like collecting stones or crystals as a child? Color green is coming through, an emerald crystal. There seems to be the thought of wanting to go back because the situation currently feels painful. There is a desire to go back in time, to travel somewhere mentally and physically and get out of this exhausting cycle. There is desire to escape and avoid pain. Some of you could be dreaming about your childhood home, children or even past memories, liking very old, as if digging the grave. There is a feeling of loneliness. Good luck babe is constantly playing in my head, maybe it is relevant to someone here? Special focus on "You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling" and this is what I have been feeling in this group. Someone here is distracted and definitely needs a wakeup call.

If this sounds like you, this is your pile<3

Main messages:

Someone here is definitely feeling isolated, or they have distanced themselves from other people, but they will find meaning in isolation. Someone here could be feeling frustrated, lashing out on small things. Ok so instead of writing a paragraph I would list out all the things I see happening! You may see what resonates with your situation :)

If you were willing to start a project or taking some kind of brave action (even if it is just a simple confession of love for example, or maybe going back to school because too much time has passed etc.) but was afraid of starting for whatever reason, you would get strength to start and take action!

if someone was wanting to travel somewhere, move somewhere, study abroad, travel abroad and if money became a problem, or maybe your father or some authority figure, say visa services became problem, you would be fine and would be able to travel regardless

If someone has been working hard to get some award, achievement or rank, especially globally, it could be happening!

If someone was willing to work with people all over the world, especially in regards to money, maybe working on a worldwide freelancing site or maybe even social media to get foreign customers to get money, that could also be happening :)

If someone felt hopeless about a situation, especially regarding finances, maybe lost money even for some of you, you guys would be able to recover the money and get the money arranged. Someone could be offering you money I feel :)

If someone was wishing to get stability especially in regards to their home and family, or maybe seek approval of a father or authority figure in family for something, they could be getting approval for what they've been wanting.

There is a happy ending to all the situations above :)

Expected Timeline:

This is happening very very soon, you could also be receiving some kind of communication too, especially. If we talk about particular date, we have November 23 - December 2 or 8 weeks of a time.

I hope it resonated, take care xoxo

Pile 2

Energy check:

This feels like a rather hopeful, accepting energy, both in a happy and a sad way, as if you are hopeful but at the same time you have accepted the current circumstances. There is not a turbulence like pile 1. I am hearing "its just the way life goes, I push my luck it shows" from Gracie Abram's song I love you, I'm sorry. There is a fresh energy here, a very good chance to grow and evolve, you are growing and changing and I may rather say, blooming. Someone here may like spring or sitting in the sun in winters, it may feel healing. You guys have absolutely not given up, there is a silent rebel kind of energy, you know it is not over and that you will rise back up again, but for now you are not mad and turbulent about it, but rather calm and peaceful and accepting, as if, "what worse can even happen, its fine" There is a lot of wisdom you are gaining currently that would helping you for the fresh start of your journey you would be preparing. I am seeing you would be ready to take a leap and go seek what it is that you want. But for now, it is important to let your emotions out and grieve, even if it means that you will lose your composure. I am constantly seeing the message that says "it gets better". If you were wanting something to happen, know you'd have many choices, either it can be done some other way you do not know yet, or maybe people would help you or you find better things, so many that you can literally choose from them. Keep your heads up:) it would be fine I promise :) Seeking out support with people you love is a good idea for now, and if you are alone, I would suggest joining support groups or maybe creating an account that just follows motivational, uplifting content, but you need to open yourself, there is a possibility to find help between people. If this sounds like you, congrats this is your pile :) Keep your heads up princess by Anson Seabra is playing in my head especially the line,

"Yeah, keep your head up princess, it's a long road And the path leads right to where they won't go I know it hurts right now but you don't got far to go So keep your head up Yeah, keep your head up"

Main messages:

I feel some of you could be grieving a loss of something falling down, and maybe you just let it fall altogether before picking it back up once again. Maybe you held onto something that you are letting go, releasing for now.

If any of you were stuck onto something in life, especially mentally, you would be able to find your answers, find balance and finally move ahead in life

There is a mental clarity that may come on why did something not work out for you. Someone may also get clearer decision making skills on their current choices, and may also find contentment in their current choices and how to find a way to move on with current options

Some of you could be calming down the chaos by finally being able to get control and authority, either it may be mental conflict or conflict with someone else, especially people who you may work with is one thing I see

If someone was trying to manifest a love offer, to find a new romantic partner that seems to be happening !

if someone was looking to start a new creative project, a passion project that they wanted to start for a long time, that seems to be happening too!

Some of you could be breaking out of cycles of substance abuse or maybe something toxic in your life, breaking free from falling back into some kind of addiction, breaking free from spiraling and that can be any sabotaging habit

One intuitive message I am getting is the ground is fertile, whatever you sow, you would equally gain back, what I mean is whatever is it you are wanting to do right now, putting your efforts into, your fruits and flowers would blossom. It would reap you rewards, whatever it is that you are working for, a relationship, healing, money etc.

Some of you could also be getting out of depression or a depressed mental state after a long time, spring after the winter is what I am hearing

you could also be getting clarity or news about someone or something that troubled you in the past, some truth about why did it not work out

many options would be available to something that stressed you out mentally, a job, college, relationship, you name it, you would be able to chose rather being stuck with a single option. Wait, I think I did something in the energy check as well, interesting!

someone could also be getting into their dream school or travel somewhere for education is one other thing I see.

Expected Timeline:

As long as you are taking fearless action is one thing I see. Apart from that Fixed sign season (Leo, Aquarius, Scorpio, Taurus), Sagittarius Season/Capricorn Season, November, 1 month from now, 11 weeks from now or quite unexpectedly are the messages that I see, There is definitely an element of divine timing here, and your actions and both of them seem to influence each other. Damn that is a lot of timings.

thank you for reading, have a good day :)

[juanarc-thethird]

Since your doing the DP and Wolverine prompts does this mean that Nora’s used Jaunes dead body as a weapon or just his sword?

Deadpool used Logan's bones because they are metal, so in this case I chose a third option that I came up with. --------------

Nora arrives at a forest where a cross marks the site of a grave.

Nora: (Narrating) For a long time, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be back. VIZ Media bought RWBY, there was a whole boring rights issue, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. But then, it turned out that they wanted me! the one girl who shouldn’t even have her own show! That was all so stupid. Look, we know the title of this thing, so I know what you’re wondering. How are we going to do this without dishonoring Jaune's memory? And I’ll tell you how. We’re not.

Nora then starts digging

Nora: (Narrating) I’m going to let you in on a little secret. Jaune is not dead. Sure, it made for a perfect ending to a very sad story, but that’s not how his Aura boosting thing works. You think I want to be out here in beautiful downtown North of Vale, digging up the one and only Rusted Knight? No, thank you. But the fate of my entire world is at stake. He may not be living his best life, but he sure as hell ain’t dead.

Nora finally reaches the bottom and finds the coffin.

Nora: Bingo... Yahtzee...

She then begins to tear apart the coffin.

*Smack! Tap! Scratch! Bang!*

Nora: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

*Crack!*

She makes a hole in the coffin and then…

Nora: Damn it!

She didn't like what she found.

Nora: Son of a bitch! *Hits the cross* Fuck! Motherfucker! My world is fucked!

Moments later....

Nora leaning against a fallen tree

Nora: *Talking to his right while the camera is only focus on her* That was weird. I’m much calmer now. Look, I’m not a woman of science, but you seem incredibly passed away.

The camera zooms out to show a very dead and skeleton-like Jaune, but still wearing his armor.

Nora: But it’s good to see ya. I gotta be honest, I’ve always wanted to ride with you, Jaune. You and me, getting into a Ladypool and Rusted Knight. Just fucking shit up. Can you imagine the fun,... the chaos,... the residuals?

She then starts playing with Jaune's helmet.

Nora: (Mimicking Jaune's voice) That's right Nora. There’s nothing that’ll bring me back to life faster than a big bag of RWBY cash.

Nora: Me too, Jaune. *Gets upset* No, no, no, no. Ugh, he had to get all noble and die for real. God damn it! *Looks back at Jaune* I could really use your help right now.

Suddenly, a group of futuristic soldiers appear out of nowhere. Nora sees them and hides along with Jaune's corpse.

Nora: Wait! I’m warning you! I’m not alone!

Soldier: Nora Valkyrie! You’re under arrest by the Time Variance Authority. Too many crimes with this, come out!

Nora: I hate this guys.

Soldier: Last chance! Throw out your weapons and come out peacefully!

Nora: I’m not gonna give you my weapons! But I promise not to use them. *Looks at you the reader* Did you know that Jaune's armor is made by a lot of pieces together? Here we go, maximum effort.

Nora jumps out of her hiding spot, and uses Jaune's corpse as cover. The soldiers are confused.

Bye Bye Bye by NSYNC It starts to play.

Nora: *Looks at Jaune* Okay, Jaune. I guess we’re getting that team up after all.

Nora grabs a piece of Jaune's armor and throws it at one of the soldiers, killing him instantly. The other companions of the deceased are stunned, but seconds later they run towards them as more soldiers appear.

Nora takes two pieces of armor from Jaune's shoulders and uses them to stab two of the soldiers. One in the back, and the other one she slashes and then stabs him in the head. Following with a kick that makes the piece come out the other side of the guy.

She then uses her leg armor and begins to swing around, hitting the soldiers in the face. She knocks one to the right, another to the ground, and one to the left. She then takes her phone and takes a photo of herself kissing one of the deceased on the helmet.

She then takes both of Jaune's arm armors, bones and all, and begins to slap each and every one of them like it's a game. With what remains of the armor already shattered, she kills the remaining ones. I use Jaune's fingers to stab one of them. Jaune's head to hit another one in the genitals. What's left of the legs to stab quite hard right into the chest of another soldier who was running.

Nora: What is this?

Nora notices a part of the armor that looks like a sword handle and pulls it out. And just at that moment a blue sword blade appears as if it were a lightsaber.

Nora: *GASP!!!!* IT'S THE SWORD OF DESTRUCTION!!!

Nora: I am soaking wet right now.

Nora: (Narrating) To be clear, I’m not proud of any of this. The wanton violence, the whiff of necrophilia, it isn’t who I am, it isn’t who I wanna be. Who I wanna be? Well, to help you understand that, I gotta take you back. My little joy ride I took through space and time, to the day that changed everything.

Nora: (Narrating) But that will be for another day, because the idiot who wrote all this is a little tired.

[queenie-official]

Okay so you’re one of the only ones I’ve seen mention AJ recently so I wanted to come to you with this thought. You know the ‘write a prisoner’ website it went around tiktok for a little? Well I was thinking, in a universe where his ending is different (no spoilers just in case your other followers haven’t watched it) reader finds him on the write a prisoner site and they become penpals. You’re able to develop a genuine connection with one another and he’s able to talk and vent to you about everything that’s gone wrong/right in his life and you’re able to do the same thing. He ends up writing you sappy little poems and love notes eventually cause he realizes you are more than just a penpal to him. At some point you end up surprising him with an actual visit and it just solidifies his feelings being able to finally see you in person. If we’re going off of the mafia!au for him, then maybe he ends up having some of his men on the outside start to keep tabs on you..solely for protection purposes of course not because he wants to make sure he’s the only guy you’re talking to. There’s a couple videos I saw where the girls were still able to be surprised with flowers on the doorstep somehow by their penpal and I definitely feel like he’d do the same thing. There’d be a line in one of his notes afterwards of like ‘Did you get my little surprise, sweetheart? Just wait till you see how much I can really spoil you once I’m out of here.’ Ahhh maybe it’s just me that gets all giggly at this idea. Idk just a little thought 😅

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OMG STOP I LOVE THIS SM!!

okay so ima break this up a bit because it’s easier for my brain to focus 😭 will start with looking at it from Aj’s character and then from if it was Mafia!Ani

(i’d also like to state idk how the ‘write a prisoner’ website works exactly but i feel like it’s pretty self explanatory so ima just roll with how it works in my mind)

Aj: becoming pen pals with a prisoner and bonding is a lot easier then you went into the website thinking, you only really go in with the fact you’ll be speaking with a criminal. once you see his photo your interest is peaked (i mean how could it not look at him)

anyway you guys start off with simple topics when messaging like favorite hobbies and Aj mentions to you that he has a love for playing the piano- (idk about you guys but there’s nothing hotter then a man who can play an instrument and play it well) maybe he even makes a promise to you that when he gets out he’ll play for you.

and Aj is such a sweetheart he so would write you poems maybe he starts off with something simple and sweet that can be interpreted in a friend way because for as confident as a guy he is you make him nervous. he only started writing you poems once you two where close enough for him to feel safe and be open with his thoughts and how he got into this situation. and honestly you don’t think he’s to bad of guy after all he never went out of his way to kill anyone during a heist and he always made sure to donate a percentage to charity organizations, so you’re able to push the fact he’s a criminal aside.

as your relationship with him progresses and his friendly poems slowly turn into something more you realize how badly you want to visit him. to see his pretty face in person (even if it is behind a glass frame) and to hear the voice you’d been imagining in your head. so with all the courage you can muster you do some digging and make plans to surprise him. Oh boy are you grateful you went through with it- seeing him in person was almost surreal. somehow he was more handsome in person and furthermore his gravely voice was definitely hotter then you ever could of imagined. he’s a smooth talker, seemingly more bold in person then he was through a screen (which shocked you since with most people it’d be the opposite). oh and when he sees you… sees your smile- the way you flutter your lashes when listening to him speak- he knows he’s done for, knows that there’s no one else he wants more in his life and even more importantly he cannot wait for his release date.

you make the effort to visit him as often as you can…

Mafia!Anakin: we all collectively agree Ani is a possessive man- even if he doesn’t always show it but Mafia Ani, oh that man isn’t afraid to show he’s possessive in fact as far as he’s concerned he owns you. so to no one’s surprise he 100% has men on the outside looking after you. making sure you’re safe, single unbothered by those around you.

Anakin has connections everywhere, i mean he’s the top boss. so if he wants to surprise you with something he will, and he’s got the money for it so honestly what’s stopping him?

waking up and getting ready to start your day only to here your doorbell go off, opening your front door to see a huge bouquet of flowers. it really confuses you at first- i mean you don’t really talk to other guys (probably because every time you did they suspiciously disappeared- if you had their number and messaged them all they’d say is they moved away) so who are they from. taking them inside and seeing a note on the ground that must of fallen out of the bouquet your question is answered.

‘Hope you like them Pretty girl’

it’s not even signed but you know exactly who it’s from. of course you confront him at your next visit, and once you do all he does is give you a sly little smile through the glass as you both hold the phone next to your ears.

‘just wait till you see how much i can really spoil you once i’m out of here’

ugh that resonantes with me sm 😩 he 100% would say that and then swiftly move the conversation along as you blush silently, something about how he said it or maybe it’s the look in his eyes that leaves you flustered.

i think i ranted a bit to much about this 😀 my apologies huns 😭 but anyways you’re so real for this and thank you for dropping it in my asks 🫶🏼

you’re actually my first ask too so 🤭🤭 thank you for the absolute serotonin boost this gave me Xx <3

[initiumseries]

If you had to pick between spuffy and cangel, which one do you find more interesting? And why?

I'm gonna preface this with, I don't think either of them are particularly interesting. That's a large part of why I don't like these ships lol. My dislike of these ships has less to do with personal taste, and more to do with the obliteration of their characters and the overarching story integrity to make them happen. An example of this is, when I saw TVD was moving toward delena, I hated the idea of breaking Elena and Stefan up, especially when it felt like they'd barely been together and I gad serious problems with how damon consistently and without repercussions, violated obvious boundaries of everyone around him but especially Stefan and Elena. That was a personal issue for me, but I was also curious to see how they'd handle the story. I'd said this to Zal at the time, but I was prepared to be on board a delena ship if it meant the show taking an interesting character/story turn. If we actually got to see that darker turn in Elena, the fallout of her choices, and how being with damon messed with her morality, perceptions, isolated her from her friends etc, I would've liked to see that story progression and character arc, even if it meant the (temporary) end of a ship I liked. When that didn't happen, and the story rapidly deteriorated, I resented the ship because it essentially ruined the show (among other issues) to keep it working.

So to the point of the ask, I don't think that either were particularly interesting, but I will say that Spuffy, for a time, had better execution. I had tired of Spike whining about Buffy, dreaming about Buffy, becoming a pathetic shadow of what made him interesting as a character for Buffy. It sucked. So to see the return of his vigor as a character in this dysfunctional, abusive and hypersexual relationship with Buffy was refreshing. It was also uncomfortable, which its meant to be. Buffy is the white knight. But she died, and was finally at peace and her friends traumatized her by bringing her back, then traumatized her again by abandoning her to dig herself out of her own grave. She was angry, depressed, isolated and she had no one to work her issues out with, and here was Spike, allowing her to revel in the worst parts of herself. Something she never allowed herself before she died. That was interesting. It was moreso, because it was so obvious this wasn't about actual affection. It was clear at the time, Spike didn't love Buffy, he was obsessed with her, and Buffy didn't even like Spike, he was a site for her to work out her pain. That was more interesting to me than anything else, because, again, Buffy's relationships up until then had been about mutual affection, partnership and love, and now she's slumming it and hiding it from all her friends because she's embarrassed. That's good story stuff. Where I jumped off and immediately lost interest is when both Buffy and Spike became OOC-ish just to bring them back together in some weird, pointless amicable companionship thing. Spike assaulted Buffy and then got a soul to punish her for her rejection. Forcing her to not only accept him, but defend him and protect him against her loved ones, then alienate her AGAIN, to bring them back together is cruel, and a betrayal of Buffy as the titular strong female character she was always meant to be. Buffy in any previous season would never have forgiven her attempted rapist, much less stopped GILES from killing him when he was a KNOWN liability and danger to her work. She killed Angel - the love of her life - to save the world, but defends Spike? Makes 0 narrative sense. Spike becomes a sad little bitch because of the soul no one wanted or asked him to get, then just sort of...returns to himself, and shows no remorse, no repentance for what he put Buffy through, and how that affected the group. And suddenly we're all supposed to believe this is...what, love? How? We've SEEN what Spike looks like when he's in love, and this isn't it. So, that's where it becomes uninteresting to me, because in order to make this ship work this way, they have to betray the characters, insult the viewers, and compromise the story. Those are bad narrative choices.

[appleofthemoon]

⸻   *  ❪  ❀  ...  ROSE

premise. oh dear, it looks like death has parted you and your lover. don’t worry, beomgyu is here to make you whole again.

pairing. non-idol! choi beomgyu x widow(er)! reader.

pantone. yandere.

word count. six hundred seventy three.

warning. delusional yandere, a funeral takes place, allusion to death by suffocation.

note for the reader. the depiction of the muse does not reflect upon their behavior in the real world. the muse’s actions are also not condoned by me, this is all purely a work of fiction.

“YOU LOVE HIM.”

thump.

“you love him not.”

scratch.

“you love him.”

thump.

“you love him not.”

scratch.

and he does this a few more times—cradling the rose petal before letting it fall upon the disturbed earth. to beomgyu's delight, he peels off the last one and hums, “you love him not.”

but you don't seem to share his happiness. in fact, so many tears are falling down, the handkerchief he gave you is useless. so he tucks the stem in his breast pocket, kneels in front of you, and cups your face in his hands.

“it's okay, sweetheart. funerals really are a sad occasion.” he assures you while the pads of his thumbs gently wipe your cheeks clean.

you say nothing, not when the sadness that's painted on your face says everything. it pains beomgyu to see it, but he doesn't stop you. give some time with him, and that pain will ebb quicker than you think.

eventually, your sobs are nothing more than sniffles. feeling like you've cried enough for the buried, you finally take beomgyu's hand and rise from your chair. unfortunately, due to the uneven ground, you lose your footing and accidentally stumble into his arms.

within this close proximity, you feel his warm breath fan over your skin as he whispers, “already falling for me, sweetheart? you should be more careful, or else people will start to talk.”

you close your eyes and beg, “please, let's just go..”

“whatever you wish, my flower~”

he steps back and guides you to the car. since your wrist is still healing from an.. accident, beomgyu decides to rest his hand upon the small of your back. but if someone looked closer, they'd notice him pinching your top between his index and middle finger.

you get into the passenger seat and fold your hands upon your lap once you do so. beomgyu prefers you to sit that way, claiming it accentuates your ‘delicateness’. you don't know what that means.

what you do know is that it's better to not question him.

“wait here, sweetheart. i'll just go get the chair, and then i'll take you home, okay?”

“alright, just don't take too long.” your response makes him so happy, he just has to give you a kiss on the cheek before shutting the door.

of course he makes sure to lock the car. what if someone is watching, waiting for an opening so they can take you from him? he might as well dig a grave for himself too.

there's a pep in his step as he walks back to the site. he hums while folding the chair, but pauses because the noise your ex-lover is making is threatening to overpower it. that just won't do, not when he's trying to make a melody for you. so he stands over the grave and looks upon it with a frown.

“stop being such a baby, i got you the comfiest bed possible.” he hears a faint scream, eliciting him to roll his eyes and scoff, “how ungrateful, maybe i shouldn't have wasted my time on making a resting place.”

a series of banging and scratching follows suit, as well as cries of your name. and he does it a few more times—trying to break the coffin open before calling for your help. to your ex's fright, nothing is working; you're not coming.

“denial won't do you any good. just accept the fact that i'm here now to do everything you didn't, including caring for them and ensuring their happiness. once you do that, you'll be able to rest peacefully.”

beomgyu can't help but smile as the sounds gradually decreases until.. silence. hm, seems like the male finally listened to him. he takes out the rose's stem and a lighter. after carefully twirling the former between his fingers, he snaps it in two.

“they love me.”

he puts it back in his pocket, right above his heart.

“they love me not.”

then he burns the other half, its remains carelessly scattered upon the dirt.

[ysabelmystic]

Guys I had the weirdest fucking dream last night.

TW for gore child death and suicide but this was a fucking Trip.

So it’s 1981. For reasons somehow related to Ursula K LeGuin, my English professor made us do this project where we had to excavate the corpses of 2 famous philosophers/politicians/writers/people with Big Ideas, examine the state of their corpses, and somehow compare the state of their decompositions to their writings. Then, we had to get another 2 people who’s existences somehow contrasted against the beliefs first two (either in philosophy or way they’d lived their lives, and compare their decomposition as well as dig up the original two for another examination. Because it would somehow leave more evidence if we dug up the corpses and left them at the original site, especially cuz we had to dig up the original two again, we had to move all of the corpses to a new grave site.

To do this, we got split into groups of 4. My group picked a place in the middle of the woods. We got sanitization equipment and changes of clothes and all that, and then dug up the corpses. This was all well and good and for some reason no one noticed until we went back for the other two one month later. One of the corpses was a child (I have no idea who it’d original two were but I think one of the adult bodies was the mostly intact corpse of Immanuel Kant). To save time, we decided the best way to do things would be to dig up the original two graves, do a comparison, throw the other two bodies in, and do their analysis. But, one of the group members was very upset about the child not getting its own grave and we had a fight about it that didn’t quite get resolved but in the end there were two graves with two corpses apiece and that was that. We left, turned in our papers, and everything was fine.

Until, two weeks later, someone found the bodies.

For whatever reason, the cops thought it was a prank and refused to investigate, but the reason the graves were found is because someone went back and put crosses at the head of the graves. So we started spiraling into paranoia and fighting with each other. The person who wanted to confess to the police and turn in our English professor ended up “committing suicide” that night but me and another person thought our third group member had killed them to keep them quiet, since afterwards, they fled the state and pretty much disappeared.

My remaining partner and I decided that the best way to do this was to revisit the graves, dig up the body parts, distribute them around the country, and frame our professor. Unfortunately, the bodies were mostly intact, so we had to do a little extra dismemberment.

Also in the middle of all this, unrelated, my professor and his wife had gotten a divorce and moved into opposite sides of the house. Knowing which side was his, my partner and I took some of the arms, broke into the guy’s house, and started touching everything with the corpses’ fingers.

But then his ex-wife caught us.

Somehow we ended up lying our way out of this by hiding the corpse arms and saying we had explosive diarrhea and were in area. And because the ex-wife at this point was like “fuck that asshole” she didn’t question us further and we were able to escape.

As we were leaving, my partner decided to throw some of the body parts in the trash can since the trash truck was coming soon. We got in an argument about it because 1) the garbage men would find them and 2) it would stink. But while we were fighting, our prof showed up, forcing us to once again lie about what we were doing (we said they were Halloween decorations that his wife had put up around the house). He was drunk as hell so he believed us and went back inside the house. For whatever reason, this led to my partner and I making out quite intensely by the trash can.

But it’s not over yet. Part of the reason for the divorce (at the time unbeknownst to us), our professor had a deranged son who lived on a diet of wires and various electrical appliances. He sensed us encroaching on his territory, which led to an anime-style all-out brawl. As he was about to kill us both, the trash truck showed up, and sensing the presence of old TVs, he abandoned us to chase the trash truck.

My partner and I escaped and went to a movie theatre (idk) to confess our undying love to each other. Then we ran away to Canada and threw the rest of the corpses over the edge of various waterfalls.

And that’s how I woke up this morning thinking I was a guy, that I had a boyfriend, and that I had a rotten torso to get rid of.

[myfirstbreakcharacter]

Get Random With Me

I wanted to make an adventure site using the tools presented in the book and I wanted to show how I go about it. The first step is in gathering results from BREAK!!'s tables. I prefer to start on p342, and going through the section on Encounters. I'll use 2 results from some tables but only 1 from others. That'll give me a list....

From there, I start matching up elements. This is where rolling multiples of some items can come in handy. This quickly establishes a lived-in narrative in a way that makes this adventure make sense, because no element exists in isolation. It's about how everything relates to each other.

I don't feel like the restraints trap really fits in with everything else in a way which speaks to me so I may scrap that result but I'll leave it in for now. Let's look at what we've got so far: 1. A hidden grave (read: unmarked) in a difficult-to-cross, eerily serene area suggests to me a forgotten cemetery of some kind, one of those places like you see in Dark Souls or New Orleans or rural areas where folks are just....piled on each other over time. Peaceful and nice in its way but not calm in a welcoming way. If we're recovering lost tech then the strange mechanism may be something that the grave's occupant wanted to take with him....that may even explain why the grave is unmarked. May be some kind of portal device. An inventor who wanted to protect the world from what they created? 2. Our noble could be someone who coveted that technology and has spent a long time searching for it. The birds/skree are his eyes and ears, and Medium-sized growls act as his muscle. He may be old. He's not even for sure a "he" but cmon wasting all this time pursuing this power that doesn't belong to him when his station could afford him ANY other opportunity? That's a guy. He's been digging, probably using a grid system in search of this grave....a mechanism by which he can seal off sections of the cemetery while he searches could make sense. Probably a magical barrier, a ward.... 3. I like the idea of making the fog more of a local hazard than a trap, and making that what's obscuring everyone's vision. I wouldn't make it too toxic in terms of burning through players' hearts but I might make it toxic enough that only those with Rebreathers can recover hearts, including after a Fight. The glowing light leading them through the fog is a nice idea....the spirit of the departed inventor? It's also raining frogs (ribbittys?) who are unaffected by the fog. 4. Abandoned quarters could represent the home of the inventor on the grounds....is this his ancestral stead, or was he a brilliant gravedigger?....the confused god imprisoned within could have been the key to unlocking the secrets of the portal device. The god may not have a full understanding of time or death, or for that matter of imprisonment; this can be a god in the sense of a force less than a full personality. It may still be expecting the inventor to turn up. I've watched enough Danny Phantom that it makes sense to have the portal device be used to seal away the "hungry adventurers," which could be your standard walking dead but which I prefer to make a kind of ravenous semi-spectral horde, one which perhaps terrorized this plain in the wake of a great battle until sealed away. That wouldn't leave much opportunity for an abandoned home or a cemetery to develop, so maybe they only manifest at certain anniversaries....

Thinking about how the opening to Ninja Gaiden or an oldschool anime recap would handle this helps to put things into perspective for me. Also, when in doubt I just think about the images I want to capture. In this case there are 3: the entity/horde being sealed away as they try to breach into the world again, the noble villain surrounded by his animal servitors, and the uncomfortable effort of clambering over markers and amphibians while following a light in the fog. If I wanted to capture the restraints-trap, I'd do so with the lashing, grasping limbs of the phantom horde as they first escape their containment, moving and flailing as one creature... "In the misty ruins of a mansion's grounds, a bitter aristocrat continually searches for the magical technology he believes is rightfully his. Our heroes must brave the dangers of the Coughin' Gardens or else an ancient curse will be re-visited upon the surrounding countryside."

There's a version of this scenario where the noble listens to reason and it's only through the united efforts of the company, the noble, the god, and the spirit of the inventor that the device is able to renew the seal against the horde, and their opposition comes from a mutiny by the carrion-feeders the noble employs as his spies. Manipulated by the same deathly forces which bind the hungry horde in its sinister cycle...

But it's also an interesting PLACE to spend a session and at least 3 interesting figures around whose struggles the scenario revolves. There's a handful of clear goals. I'm also a big fan of scenarios where things are already moving toward either escalation or resolution by the time the players gets involved. It lets them choose whether to bring a deft touch or a Gordian knot solution to the proceedings when it feels less like all these people were standing around waiting for some adventurer to come and do everything for them; players feel less like their level of investment is being assumed on their behalf.

Battlefield areas can be Isolated or Precarious, most of them can be Obscured, and I'd keep the threat of suffocation at bay and out of a fight's logistics if I were to employ my heart-recovery restriction I mentioned earlier....

Anyhow, that's what I'd do...

[x-heesy]

𝔇𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰 ✅

I think it's a good idea if you stay the fuck away from me

I'm a gravedigger

I'm a gravedigger

I'm a, I'm a gravedigger

I'm a, I'm a gravedigger

Six deep swim with fish

Floatin' on the river

You're goin' on a devil dance

Do the macarena

Black on my eyes

And they cold as a cadaver

I'm immortal motherfucker

Can't see me in the mirror

Crown on my head

And the thorns on my mind

Blade in the flesh

And you drinking my wine

I kiss you disappear you

And I keep it a secret

I know you wanna fuck me

And you'll never forget it

(𝔊𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔯)

I'm a gravedigger

On site

I'm a, I'm a gravedigger

I'm a, I'm a gravedigger

On site

I dig you

I dig you up

Hunk in the trunk

There's an amber alert

Pull behind the mausoleum

In the back of the church

I'm immortal motherfucker

And I hang in a cave

I'm the girl you're fucking over

Etching your name and your days

Everybody wants pretty girls they say

Nobody knows pretty girls make graves

Got you on a skewer

So you crackle and pop

I'm not gonna stop

'Til the box drops

I'm a gravedigger

I'm a, I'm a gravedigger

I'm a, I'm a gravedigger

Follow me into the fire

I'm a gravedigger

Follow me into the fire

I'm a, I'm a gravedigger

(INSTRUMENTAL)

I'm a, I'm a gravedigger

On site

Gravedigger by MXMS

@len0r @bixlasagna @movinginstero @bethanythestrange @luna---zylum @bigbonzo @boanerges20

[yournightowl]

Your NightOwl #026

i've run into some true pieces of work back here. 

Con artists like Leetle. (`皿´＃) Busybodies like Crook. 

But i haven't seen much of the criminal element everyone claims is so rampant. i haven't seen any thieves.

Which makes sense to me. Data's the gold you dig for online, and everything back here got stripmined decades ago. There's no point trawling through 40 year old sites to try and find juicy tidbits of personal information on people who are dead.

No monetary point i mean. i get something out of it, but that's because i'm trying to learn. 

and i'm a weirdo. _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

i suppose thieves could always steal from other thieves, but i don't see the point in that. When you skim credits off of a megacorp's blindcheck account, it's less than a rounding error to those people.

When you steal from a fellow thief, it's a grave insult and a serious financial blow. They're gonna notice, and they're gonna want to strike back.

So is the oldnet just too low-traffic for crime to flourish?

i thought so until recently. But i there is one unnatural resource back here, ripe for the taking, that you can't find anywhere else-

And it rhymes with martapishul inned elegance.

We're always hearing news stories about cell corps getting busted for using low-grade Ay-Eyes in some customer service subroutine somewhere- playing with fire to avoid hiring anyone with HR skills.

They say they had no idea that that was the case, that they had just bought what they thought were quirky Adds from a shady salesman, and in fact it was a contractor who did the purchasing and blah blah blah. σ(￣、￣〃)

Typical cell corp cycle of distrust and disavowal. (ᓀ ᓀ) When your whole operation's built to be cast off at the slightest inconvenience, you quickly learn to do the same to anyone beneath you.

No one takes credit, no one takes responsibility, the corp vanishes into smoke and we all split the fine. It happens everyday. ┐('～`;)┌

But those lowgrades had to have come from somewhere. 

┬┴┬┴┤(･_├┬┴┬┴ And i think they come from back here.

Developing Those Programs Whose Names I Shan't Repeat is like making nuclear bombs- It's dangerous, expensive, leaves radioactive evidence everywhere.

But throwing out a honeypot on the oldnet and waiting for one of them to stumble in is very low-risk, since no one's patrolling back here, and essentially costs you nothing, since no one keeping the oldnet running is charging for the service.

If you can then import it, turn it around and sell it, that's profit baby [̲̅$̲̅(̲̅ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°̲̅)̲̅$̲̅]- and if shit ever hits the fan later on, you're not the one caught with their hand in the illegal tech cookie jar.(^◔ᴥ◔^)

Creating, funding, supporting, distributing, harboring, making use of or encouraging the development of Hey-Pies is against the law in every country that can still call itself a country.

But i've never heard of any laws that make it illegal to poach them on the wild plains of the oldnet.

Even if it's not expressly illegal

For some reason it feels really mean.

Looking for honor among very few thieves,

your nightowl

[corvusalbus93]

Sneak Peek: Dead Man’s Tale

Recently I’ve shared my plans for a new story, an AU in which Askeladd survives and has his own storyline, separate from Thorfinn’s canon one, details here.

Until I start publishing, there will be a few, short sneak peeks, introducing new characters and hopefully get you curious.

Starting with a snippet from early on in the story, giving you an idea as to how Askeladd survived in the first place:

...

Horik drew his blade, keeping a little distance from the body. “Let’s make sure this one is down for good.”

A few men looked worried, one turning to the Dubliner. “You think he might still be alive?”

“After what I just saw, I’m not taking any chances. Rhiannon?”

Dagger drawn, as if she feared he would rise again, Rhiannon kneeled beside the fallen Viking. She checked for a pulse and breath, before giving Horik a nod. Loud enough for those around them to hear she said. “He’s dead. Lungs must have filled with blood.”

Horik, put his sword away and nudged Askeladd’s head with his boot. “Good riddance. Let’s get him out with the rest. Give me hand, will you?”

The hall had once again become quite busy, with people either leaving or helping to clean up. Horik wasn’t sure just how many had died here today, and counting was complicated by the fact that the dead weren’t always in one piece. He glanced to the unconscious man he helped carry; this wasn’t someone he wanted to meet on the battlefield.

Somewhere in the crowd he spotted Caradoc and Frodi, bearing one of the less mangled corpses. He only got a short glance, but all limbs seemed attached and the deceased had short, blond hair. So far so good. Horik felt his heart hammering and suppressed a smile. It had been years since he’d felt this kind of excitement; that he got to do something like this in his old age. Now everything depended on whether they could pull off the switch and do it in time. The toga was still soaking up blood, telling him that there wasn’t much left. Hopefully, Rhiannon was up to the task.

-

Floki wasn’t having the best day, and he was seething. The king had died under his watch, he had failed to stop Askeladd from slaughtering dozens, almost gotten killed himself, and now Prince Canute was leading the army. Worse, the prince was no longer a pliable boy and seemed little interested in the Jomsviking’s advice. Perhaps looking down at Askeladd’s cold corpse would make him feel better. Why, he’d like to be the one, kicking the bastard into the flames, once the pyres were lit.

The bodies had been divided. Christians didn’t like to cremate the bodies of their dead, so the corpses would be stored by these freezing temperatures, until the ground was soft enough to dig graves in the churchyard. Some of the more important victims would be returned home to be buried amongst family.

The rest however, were to be burned. More convenient this time of year.

He arrived at the cremation site outside York with his retinue, when the sun was already low. Close to the forest the men didn’t need to carry the wood far to build the pyres. The bodies that were to be burned this eve were lined up in the snow, some already with funerary goods beside them.

One elderly man seemed to be overlooking the workers, directing the steady flow of logs. “Where’s the body?” Floki barked at him without so much as a greeting.

The overseer turned around, evidently annoyed, and not the least bit intimidated. Floki remembered him, an envoy from Dublin. And former Viking. “You will have to be more specific, Floki.”

The Jomsviking was not in the mood for his antics. “The traitor, idiot. Where is Askeladd?”

The Irish Viking looked around, until he pointed to a line of bodies just a few steps away. “Ah, there he is.” Admittedly, Askeladd was easy enough to spot, thanks to the toga.

But what Floki saw as he stepped closer made even his stomach turn. The stab wound inflicted by the prince was no longer the only visible wound. It looked as if the body had been speared and stabbed several more times after death, even bludgeoned. Some blunt weapon had completely disfigured the face, the only thing still recognizable being the blond hair, now sticky with blood and bits. “What...what happened to him?”

“You’ve seen what he’s done in the hall. Let’s just say some wanted to vent their feelings after that.”

“You didn’t stop them?” Floki was repulsed; he was no stranger to such acts, but this was excessive.

Horik frowned. “Risk my neck for a dead madman? Not a chance.”

“You kicked him too!” one of the loggers shouted.

The Dubliner shrugged. “Once or twice. What? I was hoping the King would end the threat to Dublin. Now I have to start over with Prince Canute, and he’s probably going to be busy pacifying England. So yeah, I’m pretty pissed.”

Floki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Just burn the bodies,” he said wearily. At this point he just wanted this day to be over, but if nothing else there was at least one less problem he needed to worry about.

[brutulist]

@damnatius ( . . . ) EVERYTHING'S DERAILING .

the soil beneath their feet is soft,  gently gives under the pressure of their steps,   the path,   a yet untrodden trail off the main road from town,  is moon - plated,  blades of grass are frosted under silver beams.   brutus adjusts the shovel that digs into his shoulder,   throws a cursory glance over at beth who trudges along.   the past few months have been   . . .   how can he even begin to describe the status of what they have when they refuse to name it,   when the duration of the investigation,   and the time spent in her presence,  feel like a slide down a marble slope that ends in a headbutt which sees him sprawled on his back with a halo of dancing stars beth plucks from around his head.   it's been a kinetic whirlwind to say the least,   and tonight is no different.

'   it's not too bad,   '   he means the night,   but she understands it differently,   the way she always does,   untying his discursive knots with deft fingers and a defter tongue —   (  he can vouch  ).

'   everything's derailing,  '   they had stopped,   and brutus eyes the turned over earth as beth speaks.   he could hear the faintest,  almost ghostly promise of more in her voice.   he'd started detecting it after the second month,   the bells tethered to her vocal cords,   all he had to do was tug in the right places to hear them ring.   too bad he was lousy with a map,   best he could manage to get out of her was a sarcastic comment or a snort.

'  c'mon,  childs,   where's your sense of adventure?   could've sworn you were the outdoorsy type,   '   he sinks the spade of his shovel into the earth,   pushes it down with the sole of his shoe.

'   there's a difference between hiking and digging up an alleged grave,   '   he doesn't need to see it to know her comment is embellished by an eye roll,   at this point he had developed a seventh sense  —  the beth sense.   he can reconstruct her minute gestures and habits without the need to actually see her,   of course,   he chalks it up to his detective prowess and nothing else.

' if i didn't know better, i'd think you were stalling, you can't get away with making me do all the work, childs, ' he dumps a pile of dirt with a huff, glances back up at her and this time opts to flash a smile, trademarked. ' c’mon, what’s more romantic? moonlit night, you, me, an illegal grave site . . . '

[terraliensvent]

Idk if Civ already replied to the doc so sorry if I missed it, and If they haven’t they really shouldn’t.

I think it would be in their best interest to just drop it and move on like nothing happened. But knowing Coy and Civ’s past behavior and how big theyre egos are and how entitled they are, they are probably not going to go for the correct or logical solution and instead are going to dig themselves further into their grave. Nothing they have to say could make what they did ok.

honestly, i would argue an even better course of action for them both would be to apologize, acknowledge their wrongdoings (without deflecting blame onto mental illness as many people do in their apologies because, while it can explain certain actions, you cant pin actions done in blatant malice and immaturity such as directly lying and breaking into the site on things out of your control. you need to own your mistakes in order to move forward from them), give FULL proof, context, and evidence of their entire history (from dogpiling against milo to lying to temul about what the money was used for) and take a break from posting for a while. i dont think civ and coy are beyond salvage. theyre both adults yeah but theyre also still pretty young and have room to improve. genuinely, i want to see them become good people because there is a small part of me that respects them as artists and i want to be able to say they deserve the support they get. but as of right now, they just continue to be petty, immature, vindictive people who refuse to learn from their mistakes. but they also have the power to make an effort and change for the better if they so desire.

[anunhingedme]

agree with him seeming taurus but i also heard taurus can be a bit lazy and graves seems hardworking af to me, what do u think? it suits him so much the only part that makes me wonder is the laziness part?

eh? Thought Taurus is the hardworking type? The one I knew must be the outlier then 😅 After some digging, a site said that he was born at March 5 (take it as grain of salt as the site doesn't cite it's source and I don't remember it mentioned in-game either), means that he's a Pisces..just can't see him as water type.

Do you think he's a Pisces?

[voidedleylines]

FFXIV Write 2023 Day 21: Grave

In which the WoL is asked a question.

Enjoy!

Rating: G || no CWs apply (but discussion of death throughout) || slightest of EW spoilers

“Do you know where you’ll be buried when you die?” he asks.

He watches his sister look up at him with some alarm as she raises an eyebrow. He stares back at her and chews on his cheek and waits for her response.

It was a bit of an out of pocket question as they sit in the One Garden after another brutal training session, but it’d been on the forefront of his mind lately since visiting home again for a reprieve.

“What brought this on?” she asked as much.

He shrugs and leans forward as the nerves catch up to him, “We have a family plot, you know? In Sharlayan,” he begins. He already knows that's the wrong answer and the way her body stiffens confirms that. “I-I just. Went to visit it when I was home. It’s…odd to look at now. Wondering what other secrets they buried down there with them,” he continues.

She lets out a sarcastic laugh, “I…you know that place is not my home. I doubt there’s even a spot for me,” she says.

There isn't, he knows. On the nameplate is only one empty square. Still, as ill it is to speak of the dead, he'd gladly dig one of them up to make room if that's what she wanted. But it isn't.

Her eyes go somewhere far away and he regrets asking now. “Most I knew before all this were cremated and just scattered with the desert winds. Or left where they fell, to be taken by the earth.” she says, “When I almost-” she hesitates. “I did die once, you know.”

He chokes on his tea and sputters out a coughing fit as he looks at her with wide eyes. She smiles sheepishly and waits for him to finish. “When?”

“Ultima Thule I…after Zenos fell. I didn’t tell you before because well, would you have believed me.”

He doesn't really believe her even now so he stays silent.

She lets out a laugh, “exactly,” she pauses, “I’ve tried to not think about death since then. Though it's been hard, to say the least.

“Oh I’m sorry I-I didn't mean to-”

“No,” she cuts him off, putting a hand on his shoulder, “No it’s okay. It’s. You don't need to apologize.” She looks out onto the Enclave and her eyes grow deeper again. “I don’t think I’m built to have one final resting place, to answer your question. My heart is in too many places.”

It's his turn to now look around the Enclave, a beautiful place that she’s had so much of a hand in rebuilding. After everything, she’s still the first to shy away from its attention, but he knows what this place means to her, and he hopes to feel the same about somewhere, or somewheres, one day.

“Now. Are we going back to training or do you have any more deep questions you want to blindside me with?” She asks, her voice light and teasing.

He laughs as he stands, “We’ll see what else comes out while you’re hitting me with a fireball,” he answers.

She just shrugs and runs off back to their makeshift training ground near the schoolyard. He thinks back to the grave site where his parents lay, and wonders what they'd think of him now.

[ysabelmystic]

My brain is building dream lore again

I don't remember if I posted this before but if I did that post is lost to the void of tumblr's broken navigation so I guess I'm starting from the top.

So back in fucking August,I had a dream that felt extremely real and made perfectly good sense until I thought about it, but even after thinking about it, it did have something of a coherent plot-line.

I was back in college getting my English degree (but not the college I went to), and the year was 1981. For reasons related to Ursula K LeGuin that I do not recall, my professor made us do this project that involved digging up the corpses of two famous philosophers/politicians/writers/etc and somehow relate/compare the state of their decomposition to their ideologies. For the second part, we had to dig up two more people (famous or no), who's existences somehow contrasted the ideals of the first two. Then we would analyze their corpses and write a paper about the whole thing. We did this in groups of four.

Now we were all very anxious about doing this, but this was worth a large percentage of our grade. Our professor assured us that we wouldn't be caught if we stole the bodies and buried them at another site since it would somehow be easier to make the graves look undisturbed. My group picked a new burial spot in the middle of the woods about five miles away from a small suburb (and unrelated until the sequel, one mile away from a haunted baseball field). We got a change of clothes, plastic bags, a bunch of cleaner, etc, and set out to acquire the corpses. Because dream-logic, the first body we stole was the partially mummified corpse of Immanuel Kant. Two stayed behind to clean up. Me and another person transported the bodies and after documenting our findings and taking photos for the other two, we buried them.

The next month was uneventful, but when it came time to gather the second pair, things started falling apart. We decided that the corpses we would gather were a famous ballet dancer (name unknown) and a random child. Of course, two people were very conflicted about this, and were very upset when my partner and I chose to dig up the old graves and throw the new bodied on top of the old ones. There was a big fight, but ultimately, we left, wrote our papers, turned everything in....everything was fine.

Until two weeks later, someone found the bodies. The police were sure it was a prank for some reason, so were taking a while to investigate, but word had gotten around that some kids had found four crosses in the middle of the woods.

Because someone had gone back and put crosses at the graves. So of course, we started spiraling into paranoia and arguing about who did it. One person wanted to confess to the police. They "committed suicide" that night, and the next morning, another group member vanished. This left me and my grave-digging partner.

We decided that since it was inevitable that the police would find the bodies, we decided that the best way to clear our names would be to frame the English professor. So we went back to the graves, dug up the bodies, did a little extra dismemberment to make it more manageable, and drove them to our professor's house.

We took one arm per person. The door was unlocked so we let ourselves in. We went to the professor's bathroom and closet and started touching everything with the corpse-arms. Unfortunately, his wife was there. Fortunately, they were in the middle of a divorce. I came up with the idea to say that I was having explosive diarrhea and was in the area, and she believed it (and was happy to let me wreck his bathroom).

We finished our work and then went outside. It was trash day so the cans were on the curb, and our professor's was only half-full. We started throwing the bodies in when my professor pulled up in his car. Again, we were lucky. He was drunk. My partner said we were cleaning up Halloween decorations that his wife had thrown on the lawn, and he bought it. The trash truck drove by and picked up the bodies, and my partner and I made out aggressively by the empty trashcans. Then, we fled to Canada, and then I woke up.

(Unrelated but my professor's deranged son who ate wires tried to fight us but ended up chasing the trash truck because he smelled old TVs).

Now, in theory, this would be the end of it. But sometimes my brain likes to incorporate old elements to the level that I now have "dream lore". This ended up being one of those times.

PART 2

Halfway on our ride to Canada, we decided that we were probably being hasty, and it wasn't worth it to abandon our grades for the semester. After all, we still had finals to take.

When we got back, the case progressed quite slowly. The police did eventually visit the graves, but since we had refilled the holes after digging up the bodies, they found nothing except a couple of scraps of clothing and a single tooth. This didn't give them much to work with, so though an investigation was opened, they didn't have an immediate explanation. We took our finals, got our degrees, graduated. Because the investigation had caused housing prices in the nearby suburb to tank, we bought a house there. In fact, we bought an oddly-built 3-story house at the edge of the woods. It was obscenely cheap, but was also covered in Mickey Mouse and Elvis memorabilia, so we figured that that was why it had been empty for years.

Of course, anyone who's ever seen a horror movie knows where this is going. That shit was haunted. We were having nightmares. The mickey mouse heads would start singing Elvis songs at random. Cabinets were flying open...it was a whole thing. More interestingly, the baseball field had been recently abandoned. No one knew why, except it was now covered in a mess of tall, very aggressive weeds and grass and anyone who went there got the intense feeling of impending doom. Hikers who used the woods also reported becoming anxious and disoriented, sometimes waking up in completely different areas.

(Fun fact: the haunted baseball field has appeared at least three other times in my dreams. I believe this instance is the earliest in the timeline, as later instances have a much more post-apocalypse kind of vibe)

It seemed fairly obvious that clearly, something was up with the graves. At this point, a few months had passed. The police weren't really watching the crime scene. It was fairly safe to investigate. So we took our gear and went off in the middle of the night to do some digging.

We didn't expect to exhume bodies, but lo and behold, we got about a foot down into each grave's surface when the bodies appeared. It wasn't our original bodies either. There was just a mass of corpses, and they were all spilling out...like y'know in Minecraft if you spawn a bunch of mobs in a box and then once you open the box they kinda explode out? That's what it was like. It was weird as hell. Then, naturally, it got really cold, and we became extremely anxious. Suddenly, we were in the center of the baseball field. The sky was completely black. No stars, no moon, nothing. Just a never-ending field. A large black dog materialized out of nowhere, but it did not attack us. Instead, it delivered its terms.

I don't remember the exact details, but basically, the whole area, especially that house, was already haunted as fuck. By transplanting the bodies we'd picked up Bad Vibes. By digging up the earth, we'd allowed a place for evil spirits to manifest in the land. By moving into the house, we'd heightened the power of the spirits. This was all linked to some spiritual fuckery that an occult organization had performed at the university. The only way they (and we) could be released was by finding diamonds and gold-dust on university property, a specific coin that could only be given by catholic priests, and a small disk picturing a woman in a white dress playing in a field with her dog that was hidden on the 8th floor of the school library...which didn't technically exist).

Because dream logic, we decided that the best way to find precious gems/metals on the university property would be to pan for gold. It was winter break, so the campus was mostly empty. My roommate agreed to search the grounds. I still had a library pass, and there was some legend about there being gold hidden in the dustiest of library books, so I figured out some way to pan for the stuff without damaging the books.

When I arrived, I ended up using some back entrance instead of the main entrance. I hadn't seen that entrance before, but maybe it was a shortcut, right?

(Fun fact: The library near the has appeared several times but gets increasingly stranger and more decrepit. The fact that it was this established adds proof that it was earlier in the timeline.)

And luckily, that was the right decision. I went down a moldy hallway with stained wood floors and found a single concrete staircase at the end of it. The staircase went up in a spiral, with a never-ending hole at its center. To my dismay, it ended at the top (fifth) floor. But when I entered that floor, I was in a section of the library that I'd never seen before. It was a small room with shelves of ancient books. In the middle was a single desk, and in its chair was a taxidermy orangutan in a dusty lab coat. On the other side was an open door leading to more concrete stairs. Except now, the walls were covered in old-fashioned gold and floral wallpaper.

I thought I was alone, but as I was almost at the eighth floor, a woman with glasses and a vaguely Edwardian black dress appeared in front of me. She didn't let me pass at first, but somehow, we fell into conversation. I did eventually leave, but I came back the next day, and we talked again, until I left and returned, and so on and so forth... we grew attached to each other, and one day, she led me to the 8th floor. She brought me a trough of water, and together, we meticulously removed the dust from the books. This was difficult since they were heavily damaged, but we did it with minimal damage.

Time didn't pass in that room, so I was probably there for an equivalent of months. During this time, of course, we fell in love. We panned through the dust together and indeed we found diamonds, emeralds, rubies, and gold dust. She said I needed much more than what I initially came for because the priests would only trade those coins for these gems from the 8th floor. She also told me that I couldn't simply bring the gold and diamonds to the baseball field, but that it needed to have been *inside* a priest. She knew this information because she'd formerly been a part of the original occult order. She'd had a relationship with a specific priest. He was the one who had bound her to that floor.

I also found the disk. It was hidden in a false book (the inside had been cut out). I don't know why I didn't tell her about it. I simply pocketed it.

She'd never died, so she planned to come with me when I left. Once I had what I needed, we descended the stairs. We entered the room with the orangutan. She followed me to the other side and down the next set of stairs, and then, suddenly, she was gone. Just...completely vanished. When I went back to the fifth floor, it was full of people (no orangutan in sight). All of the other floors were also full of people, students, and new books. Somehow, I knew this was because of the disk. The disk crossing the threshold had nullified her existence.

I was fucking devastated, but I still had work to do. I went to the church and provided the gems and gold dust. After some back-and-forth with the head priest, I was taken to a separate room with white walls. Lo and behold the priest who'd trapped my late ghost/goth girlfriend, not having aged a day, was there to greet me. He gave me the coins and almost sent me away but, remember, I what I kept needed to be handled intimately. And I'd been told some very specific, very useful information.

Long story short, I seduced and pegged the priest. Since the gold and diamonds had indeed been inside him at that point...well...you get the idea.

While he slept, I stole more of his coins and fled. I took everything to the baseball field. The dog ate the disk. And then...

I woke up...feeling very cold, morning the death of a relationship I'd never had, and a newfound confirmation that I definitely have a Type.

So. WHAT THE FUCK??????!!!!!

[mytremendouslydangerousstudent]

I loved you. We were somewhat estranged at the time of your death but my boundaries are not what drove you there. It was the described long, grating hours of lying in your childhood bed, not knowing what to do, while knowing you should. Time was spending all the while which you knew as well.

Your mother has those forged together by your death come by her apartment sometimes. She sits with a notebook, grimacing as she writes, sometimes with intrigue and sometimes with a seriousness that seems to take moisture out of the room. I asked her if she had ever considered how studying philosophy was not a wise choice for someone with an inherent nihilism and sadness. She did not quite understand how academics could do anything bad. It wasn't this, anyhow, that brought upon your death.

I can't bring myself to see her again. She harbors every emotion and I can't endure the torture of coaxing it out, racheting it down. There is no end. There is nothing for her in the small piece I was. We wonder if she will ever allow herself to know what we know. The last time I went there was Halloween night.

What is it we know?

Were you wise to go away?

What is to even be gained by knowing?

I will think always of the pain you caused me when you lived, the rejection you felt, the joy we shared, and ultimately my unwillingness to abide by your harming love. I will forever wonder where my voice would have found itself inside of your final months and moments.

Your father ran his fingers through my hair as i openly wept at your funeral, rubbing my back and shoulders like a fucking pervert on full display. It was a public act, an illucidating one for all of your family and friends who did not know that this was the man who had violated you so thoroughly. It became so clear, so late that your father had brought us to that grave site that day as much as you and your own choices, maybe more.

He rhythmically called you by your dead name and we corrected him in unison like some fucked up chorus. It felt better, to allow the rage to take over the deep sorrow. It only festered into a tarry, central disgust that remains.

What to do? What to think? You will be with me forever, I hate you and love you. Are you with me? It's a beautiful thought but I am sure you are nothing. Even though your body was able to be buried naturally, it is in the cemetary fertilizing the mossy grass that others step upon to bury others. Our friend keeps planting things in tribute in the Hadley commons but deer keep eating or squirrels keep digging up the bulbs. I wish we could have put you in a dog park or a garden. A man at the homeless mission I grow food for died recently. At his request and the approval of his family, we used his cremated remains to ammend the fruit trees he helped plant. There was value there. Practicallity. Tree ash is used in agriculture for this purpose all the time. I wish you had a choice. Selfishly I wish I could use your absence and loss for a purpose too. Something to make me glad instead of horribly dismayed, year by year as life goes on. It remains an unending rope I braid and follow simultaneously. I'm so mother fucking sorry.