#Sorry for the sad it was a day

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

Home Sweet Tomb

Summary:  Marc thought everything was done that needed to be done. And then he got the call. How does one deal with the last of a family.

Warnings:  Grief. Pure raw grief. Death of Elias (nothing grafic). Hurt comfort.

Word Count:  4814

Word Prompt:   Tomb

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Going back was never on the game plate. 

Getting away was the only thing to do. Get as far away as possible. And he did. It was easy to get lost in the crowds of South America. The sands of the middle east. The faceless and nameless bodies of the marines. The disgraced and shadowy nature of the mercenaries. 

Lost in love with Layla. Lost in everything. So long as he never had to go back. He had no reason to. He could pretend that the place had never existed except in his nightmares. 

When she had died, Marc had spent a day considering his options before he had gone back. The plane ride had been a lesson in what it felt like to have the longest and slowest panic attack. The kind that snuck up on you and left you wondering why you were clutching at your armrest so tightly and staring down a long dark tunnel. 

Getting off the plane had been easy. He had brought very little. A single carry on bag with toiletries and a suit. He had rented a car taken the familiar streets easily. No maps were needed. Very little had changed here. Nothing ever did. 

When he had found himself in front of the familiar house, he had stared up at it with a sense of dread. Tall and dark, it sat waiting for him with pain and nightmares he couldn’t face.

It was her house. Even dead, he could still sense her inside it. He could see her sitting in her front room chair, a can or bottle in one hand and the look of a predator in her eye. 

He had refused to return. Wandering off, he had at last released the hold on Steven that he had gripped so desperately all this time. Or perhaps, Steven had clawed his way out through the open wounds. 

It was done now. It was all sorted. He didn’t have to face those doors again. The endless staircase of pain. The sound of banging on the door. It was all in the past. He didn’t have to go back. 

Until he got the call. Why had it never occurred to him? Why had he never thought that someday it would fall on him? Did he just think that one day they would be in this world and the next they would just disappear? 

Perhaps it was because of how he himself had viewed his own existence at certain points. To exist and then just fade into black. No longer a scar on the world and nothing to leave behind. Only a memory that no one really could place. 

The phone call was brief. Informative. To the point. Less than a minute long. 

It was early morning. He had been woken by the call and he had simply nodded and thanked the person for letting him know. He had hung up and lay back in the bed, eyes closed as he felt the rush of responsibility fall on him. 

He needed to call the family. The Rabbi. The Neighbors. The landlord. Oh, and the utilities and insurance and bank and funeral home and… 

“Who was that?” Layla rolled over and draped an arm around him lightly. 

Marc put up a wall. “No one. Just… Uh… Go back to sleep. I have some things I need to do.” He kissed her hand and slid out of the bed. 

He went about his normal morning routine. He felt a pull and he put up another wall, blocking Steven and Jake out. They didn’t need to get involved in this. 

He went to the storage unit. His space. His space where he could work alone and feel connected to a time when he was anywhere but back there. He found the little book where he kept all the contact information. Things he had never felt comfortable throwing away. Things where a small part of him had lingered on hope that maybe someday…someday… 

But someday was gone. The last trace of it was fading and his fingers lingered on the edges of the pages for just a moment…just this one moment when he was still in the here and now… 

He opened the book and pulled out his phone. He did what he does best and got to work. 

“No. The spare keys are in the back. Third pot from the right of the door. Haven’t moved it in years so it’ll still be there. Uh huh. I don’t care. Maybe… Let them decide. They know the place better than I do. No no… I’ll take care of it. Just call this number if you need anything.” He moved down the list. Giving orders. Making decisions. Passing off the tasks to those that were there. Those that could take it and get it done because he wasn’t there. Because he had chosen not to go back. Because he had walked off and forgotten…

“No. I won’t be there. I…I have work.” He lied easily. “Go ahead and do it without me. There’s no sense of postponing it. He wouldn’t have wanted to break that tradition. Yeah…. I’ll be there later. The weekend I think. I’ll clean it out.” He could leave it to someone else. He could just call a team to go in and make it all disappear so easily. 

Another wall and he felt his resolve solidify. He bought the ticket before he could back out. Before the weight of it all could settle on him. 

Returning back home at the end of the day, he sank down into a chair and looked up at her. Her warm smile. Her soft hair. Her trusting gaze that he had struggled so hard to earn back. 

“He’s dead.” He stared ahead. The number of times he had said that in the past several hours had been ridiculous, yet it still failed to numb it. 

Her smile disappeared in a flash and concern flooded her face. “Elias is dead.” He dropped a wall and let the information spread. He said it again. “Dad’s dead.” 

There was a beat. A physical jolt through his system as first Steven then Jake received the knowledge. As each processed it. Processed what that meant to them in their place and memories and individuality. 

Marc still held a solid front. He could hear Steven crying. Somewhere inside Steven was crying for a father that he barely remembered or connected to, but had still known on some level. 

On the outside, he felt Layla gently pull him into a hug as she brushed his hair back in just the way he liked and whispered words of comfort. 

In Jake’s corner of their world Marc felt nothing. He had shut himself away. A brief burst of rage before he slipped out and there was only Steven, crying softly. 

Marc numbly nodded. To whom, he didn’t know. There was still work to do. 

“When are we going back? The funeral and all that… Is’t there something about the first twenty four hours? I read somewhere…” Layla fumbled with a culture she had never been properly introduced to. Marc had never felt the need. 

Marc simply shook his head. “They’re taking care of it. I’m not… I can’t… I’m not going to be there for the arrangements.” He left it at that. It was easier to speak formally. Detached. He was only following the list of things he needed to do. “I’m going back on Friday to take care of a few things. I shouldn’t be long. I think I can get it cleaned out in three days. Cleaned out enough anyway.” 

“Friday?” She chewed her lower lip then nodded. “Do you want me to buy us tickets?” 

Us. A plurality that he understood well. A path he had not chosen. “Just me.” He corrected. “It will be easier.” 

She didn’t like that. Boy did she tell him so. She never had any issues voicing her opinions when she felt he was doing something stupid. This was absolutely one of those things. 

He shuddered as Steven also started to voice his distress. “Marc how are you going to clean out a whole house alone in just three days!” She demanded. 

“You can’t go alone! You can’t do this alone! We’re going to need her! You’ll need her!” Steven decided he needed to take over. Buy tickets. Get there earlier. Do things properly. He wasn’t thinking straight. The plane ride alone would put them there too late. Things couldn’t be delayed. A glance at the clock and quick math confirmed it for him. His father would already be taken care of. 

Steven pushed for the front. Pushed hard. 

Marc pushed back. He stood up and started to pace the flat. He was very aware of Layla watching him and ready to argue more. She was used to seeing them hold conversations. She was used to seeing them have mild fights and disagreements. She had once had to break up an argument between Steven and Jake over the stupidest thing. 

This… This was not something she had ever seen. A one sided fight of emotion and something that built until it threatened to crash all around them. 

“No.” Marc cut the air with his hand. “I don’t care. I’ve already handled it. What the hell do you think I’ve been doing all day? I SAID NO. YOU DIDN’T EVEN KNOW HIM WHAT THE HELL DO YOU CARE? LEAVE ME ALONE!” He kicked over a chair. 

Steven made a grab for front. A bold move that failed as Marc picked up a glass of water from the table and threw it. He watched it shatter, spilling the water across the wall and down to the floor. It washed away the thin layer of dust that had once been there. A layer of dust no one had known about until now. The glass sparkled, in shards, glittering in the light both beautiful and dangerous. 

Steven retreated. No. He was shut out. A wall had slammed up with the shattering of the glass. Marc felt the silence. The emptiness. The sadness and silent weeping inside now gone.

No one in the flat moved. He could hear the dripping water off the wall. He could feel the rage leave him and be replaced with guilt. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. 

Layla didn’t move, her arms crossed over her chest tightly as she stared down at the broken glass. 

“I’m sorry.” He pleaded softly. “I’m sorry…” A child lost and begging to seek forgiveness for something so small. Something that meant nothing but that felt so big in their world. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry…” 

He closed his eyes and took a slow breath, shutting it all down before it could run out of him like a burst damn. “I just… I need to…” He looked up at Layla, briefly lost in what he needed. He needed to organize. He needed to call more people. He needed to make sure it got done. He needed to rent a car. He needed to check his passport. He needed… 

The phone rang. He glanced down at it. “I need to take this…” He picked up and listened to the most recent condolences. “Thank you.” He nodded. Foreign yet familiar words crossed the ocean and he realized it was a prayer. 

He looked at Layla, who still stood by and stared down at the freshly washed floor. A memory of a part of him that didn’t exist anymore stirred and he recited the prayer with them. A prayer for his father. A prayer for his soul. A prayer for the friends and family. There was a prayer for everything. His voice carried the old words, stumbling over the parts that had faded over time from lack of use. 

Steven would have remembered them. Steven would have found comfort in them. A brief look of distress crossed his face as he forgot the ending phrase. Steven would know. Steven should say it. Steven should say it for them… He needed Steven. He was sorry. He needed Steven to finish this for him. Then the words came and he breathed easier. 

The prayers done, he gave more instructions and made more decisions. At last the phone stopped and Marc felt a hand on his arm. 

“Marc… I don’t think you should go alone… But if you think you need to… I’ll be here. You can call me every hour of every day if you need. I’ll be on the first flight there if you ask. But please… Don’t shut them out. Don’t shut Steven out. Let him help you. Let them mourn too…Please. Don’t run away again.” Tears glistened in her eyes. She knew about the last time now. Only what he had told her, but she knew. She knew it was why he left. It was why he had given up. “Come back to me. Please.” 

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. “I promise. I promise.”

The next few days went by like a bad dream. He stared down at his phone until it rang and it was one more thing for him to do. One more thing and one more thing and then another and another. He collected condolences and prayers like baseball cards. Organized them and put them away into their protective sleeves. When not on the phone, he paced and flickered in and out. He was struggling to stay grounded and someone else, Jake or Steven he wasn’t sure which, took the hold until the phone would ring again and he pushed outward to answer. 

Steven must have been out because his face was wet and Layla was gently stroking his back. Marc didn’t know. The wall was too thick and he was missing time. He had shut off communication. 

Jake had been out. He knew this because he came to in the corner, his back to the wall and palms bleeding from clenching his fists too hard. Layla was out. Jake would not show his pain to her or anyone, but the signs were there. The body was in distress. The body was tired. The body was in mourning but could not decide how to follow through. 

By the time the dreams hit, the phone had stopped ringing. There were no more condolences to give. No more prayers to take. 

The Shiva had passed and Marc at last left the flat. Perhaps he had conducted his own Shiva. One to match the sort of life they had lived. Denial and failure to thrive. 

The dreams were simple. Standing in a room until Elias walked in. Silent with nothing to say, yet he knew everything that had ever been said. He would wake breathing hard and clutching the sheets tightly. They were not his normal night terrors filled with screams. These were slow and quiet. Easy enough to hide. 

On Friday, Layla looked up at the airport, her eyes scanning the sky as if she might be able to pick out his plane if she tried hard enough. She gripped his bag tightly. A single bag. A single set of clothes and essentials. Just enough to disappear into. 

“You promised.” She clutched tighter. “Remember that. I’m here. Call me. Okay? Every day. Every hour. Every minute. Just call me okay? Come back.” 

“I promise.” He hugged her and slipped the bag from her fingers. “I promise.” 

She whispered something softly not meant for him. Marc felt his head nod and he shook it to clear it. Whoever had heard it had responded and Layla watched him enter the building. 

The plane ride was a blur. He was vaguely aware of slipping in and out. Perhaps sleeping. Perhaps not. He didn’t know who had sat buckled in so tightly. Who had chatted to the couple next to him. Who had ordered the soda and not let him touch the cheap alcohol. Who had gone to the bathroom and had a tiny quick panic attack before cleaning themselves up again and neatly bucked back into their seat. 

On the ground, Marc followed the roads. Roads that never changed. Roads that he saw in his dreams. Roads that he still knew the names of and could trace on a map. 

Roads to the home of pain and sorrow. 

He pulled the key from his pocket. His key. A key he had kept all this time, still on the Chicago Cubs keychain. It was easier this time. He was numb. He was a body from a day in the future when this was all said and done. He just had to get there. 

He reached up as he passed the threshold. A hand instinctively reaching up to touch the mezuzah. His fingers lingered there as he looked into the house. 

There was so much to do. Furniture. Clothes, decorations, pictures, dishes, and things. Things and things and things and things. Lived in and used and waiting and abandoned. 

Marc moved to the middle of the front room and slowly looked around. It was all the same and all different at once. The table and chairs were there. The pictures on the walls were unchanged. But there was a blanket on the couch. A pile of clothes on the chair. Papers stacked on the table. Notes in shaky handwriting. 

He walked to a desk and picked up the top note. “Don’t forget lunch on Monday with John. Bring salad.” 

It was in his father’s handwriting. He set the note back down and glanced up at the calendar. Days crossed off, notes and events scrawled across them. All leading up to the one day that still sat, unmarked and unfinished. 

“I can do this.” He whispered. He needed three piles. Trash. Donate. ….What was the third pile for? He looked around. Did he want anything? Was any of it worth anything to him? 

Moving to a picture frame filled with photos, he remembered gazing at it as a child. Picking out the family members there. Putting names to faces. Enjoying the happy faces living out happy events long ago. 

His father had put up Marc’s school pictures. Pictures where, looking at them now, Marc wasn’t sure who was in them. He remembered a few. That one there looked very much like Steven’s big goofy grin. That one could be Jake, but he was pretty young there and Marc wasn’t sure if Jake had been around yet for that one. He certainly didn’t remember it but he didn’t remember a lot of things. 

He took out his phone and snapped a picture of a few of the pictures then sent them to Layla. “See anyone you know?” he captioned it. She responded with a heart eye emoji. Something Steven would approve of. 

Marc slowly went to the kitchen. He felt like a stranger viewing a museum piece. Afraid to disturb the dust that had settled. Ghosts lived here and they were angry. 

He slowly pulled out the chair he always sat in as a child. He sat down and stared down at the table. A glass half full of water still sat at his father’s place. His mother’s place was bare. It had been for many years now in his memory. 

He gave himself only a minute before he got up again and turned to the stairs. Up he went, closer and slower with each step. 

His hand touched the door knob and –

He was holding a trash bag down stairs in the living room. It was almost full and three other full bags were piled in the corner. Boxes of donation items were filled and piled by the door. 

Marc shook his head and stared down into the bag. Photos stared back up at him. People he knew and didn’t. People that had excused themselves from his life long ago. He looked up and found the walls bare. He was almost done packing up the living room. It also looked like his father’s study was cleared out. 

He pulled out his phone and found the day was gone. It was late but at least it was still the same day. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” He addressed to the room. “I can do this.” 

“You ever stop to think that maybe we can’t?” Steven snapped back at him. 

Marc looked around. A trail of papers went from the living room to his father’s study. He set the trash bag down and followed it. 

Opening the door, he stopped. The room had been trashed. Things ripped from the walls, tossed about, broken and crushed. The desk looked like it had been kicked over and over again until it was dented and cracked. The only thing untouched was the Torah. 

“Jake?” Marc picked up a cracked photo of himself looked like it had been smashed against the wall. 

“Well it obviously wasn’t me.” Steven sighed. “I had to… Well I put him in time out I suppose. I’ve never seen him such a mess. You should see what he did to…To her things…” 

Marc turned and stared across the hall to the master bedroom. The door was ajar, the light on. He could just make out a sweater lying on the floor. Her sweater. He knew it well. 

“I can’t.” Marc took a step back. “I can’t go in there.” 

“Yeah. We should um… We should take rooms.” Steven nodded. “I’ll do it. I’ll take that room. I can take this one too. I don’t… I don’t um…” His voice wavered and he took a slow breath. “None of this means anything to me. I don’t remember this. Can you do the… The kitchen? I liked it in there. I liked the… The window. I could see the birds…” 

“Yeah.” Marc nodded. “I’ll do the kitchen and living room. Maybe when Jake’s feeling better he can help with the living room.” 

Steven nodded. Not trusting his voice to speak. 

Marc sighed. “Take a break. You look like you’ve been busy.” He gathered up a new trash bag and headed back to the kitchen. 

Jake came to the next day after they had taken a break to rest. He sat quietly alone in the living room for a minute or two before the others awoke. When they had eaten a simple breakfast of instant oatmeal Marc had found in the pantry, Jake quietly picked up a bag and started on the living room. 

When it was time to move back to the study, Jake had disappeared again. He had not spoken a word since Marc had first uttered the news. 

When Steven moved to the bedroom, Marc joined Jake in the dark. He was distantly aware of the body moving. He could watch if he wanted to, but when Steven opened the closet to find all the traces of her still there, he closed his eyes to the outside world. 

In the inner world, Jake sat beside him. Gently, timidly, Jake took his hand and they sat behind the closed and locked door together. Comforting and protecting and hiding together. 

After it was done, they found Steven at the top of the stairs, looking at the closer door. A door that still had a child’s drawing and name written across it. “Marc’s Room.” 

Marc opened the door and walked inside. Perhaps he was hoping his father had converted it into a new study. Hoping his mother had burned it all in a last act of cruelty. 

He found it untouched. Just the same as the day he left. A pen on the floor by his desk. A partially filled trash can with crumpled up homework assignments. An unmade bed. A picture on the wall of a fish with one fin. 

He slowly moved to sit on the bed. Without a word, he lay back and pulled the covers up. He was tired. This was the only room left untouched. 

He woke the next day, still in his old bed. Staring at the ceiling, covered in plastic glow in the dark stars, he pulled out his phone and dialed. 

“Marc?” Layla’s voice was beautiful. It soothed him immediately. 

“I think we’re done.” Marc sighed and closed his eyes. “I can’t finish it. Please…” 

“It’s okay.” He could hear her clutching the phone as she paced anxiously. “You don’t have to do anything. We’ll call a clean out crew to do the rest. You got what you needed now come home.” 

“I can’t!” Marc sat up and looked around the room. “I can’t let them take it! I can’t… I can’t put it in the trash. I can’t… I can’t put what’s left of me in there. I can’t… Roro… There’s nothing left. Nothing left… I can’t…” He shuddered and curled up, drawing his knees to himself as he pulled an old plush bear to himself and clung to it. “It’s empty… So empty… I’m the only one left…” 

Tears streamed down his face, hot and full of salt. He had heard once that tears of sadness were heavier in salt than other tears. A dead sea flowed from him, staining his cheeks and leaving all the sadness in the world. 

He could hear Layla calling out to him from the abandoned phone. He rocked, fingers stroking the old stiff fur on the bear desperately. Each inhale shook his frame as he filled up and then came out in shuddering sobs. He knew she could hear him as he cried for the family that now lay in the ground. The family he once had. The family he should have had. The family he lost in one moment in a deep dark cave. 

She didn’t hang up. She listened to him sob for what felt like forever. At last she heard the sounds of someone shuffling around and the phone pressing back to an ear. 

“There are no more tears to cry.” Jake sounded exhausted. “Please… Come get us.” 

Layla found them roughly ten hours later, still in their old room, clutching an old bear and staring up at a drawing. 

The rest of the house had been packed up impressively so. All that was needed was to call a company out to take the trash, donations, and furniture away. But stepping into his old room was like stepping through a portal to the past. 

She didn’t know who was in control, but they all needed the same thing. She pulled them in and wrapped them up tight in her love. She was safety. She was protection. She was comforting. 

She held him and stroked his hair gently until he slowly came back to himself. 

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel.” Marc nuzzled her neck and she pretended not to see the bruised and scabbed up knuckles on his hands. 

“You don’t have to know. It’s complicated. You can leave it at that. You can miss them and still not be sorry. You can love them and still not forgive them. You can cry for what you lost. For what was taken from you.” She soothed him gently, rocking as she held him. 

Marc swallowed and nodded. “All of it… All of it can go.” He looked up. “Except that.” He pointed to the goldfish. “It’s all that’s left.” 

“Do you want any pictures?” She let him disentangle himself. “Anything else?” 

“No. No pictures.” He stood up and took the picture off the wall gently, his hands shaking as the wall was left with the shadow of the frame. “I want to leave.” 

“Okay. I’ll call the pick up services.” She watched him slowly leave the room, not looking back as he headed down the stairs. 

Marc stopped at the doorway. 

Steven reached up and touched the Mezuzah. He whispered something then they walked outside. 

Layla made the calls. She waited with Marc outside as the crews showed up and carted everything away. He handed her the key so she could lock up, he refused to go near again. 

The key was in a potted plant near the door, where there had always been one. 

They got in the car. “Do you want to….Pay your respects?” 

Marc closed his eyes. He did not want to go to the cemetery, but he was not the only one that may wish to say goodbye. 

Jake shook his head. Steven hesitated, taking a moment to think about it. “No. I don’t want that memory.” He decided at last. 

They went back to the airport. It wasn’t till they were in the sky over the ocean that Marc at last relaxed. “I promised.” 

“You did.” She smiled and took his hand. “Thank you… Thank you for coming home.” 

“Home…” Marc could not wait to see Steven’s books. To sit in Jake’s car. To watch the fish. To exist in a place he could return to over and over again. 

[howlsnteeth]

24/05/2022

[polararts]

He won an award. Good job you little snot. /affectionate

[14dayswithyou]

💖 Day 3.5 is now available! 💖

For the last couple of months, only Server Boosters had access to the 3.5 update... Buuuuut now it's available for everyone to play in the 14DWY Discord — and soon itch.io once I'm happy with the QA and state of the game — so please don't feel pressured to join unless you want to!!

The full devlog + even more screenshots are under the cut ^^

What's been added to the 3.5 version?

📺 Streamer Mode!

I've been told that it's difficult to stream and monetise age-restricted videos on YouTube and Twitch, so I added an option to remove the sexual content and strong language used in the demo.

Now y'all can invite Ren into your bed for cuddles without putting your streamer career on the line /silly /lh

This won't affect the 18+ rating or dark themes/elements of the game, however! Although Streamer Mode will prevent you from seeing any "gruesome" CGs in the future, most of the core elements of the game will still be tied to the choices and decisions you make. So you won't miss out on the overall experience by using streamer mode!!

⚙️ Custom Pronouns!

It only took me one entire year to get around to it, but you can finally choose your own preferred pronouns (or use a set of pronouns instead)... At the cost of being able to change them mid-game ^^;

Since the original pronoun screen wouldn't update until a new scene was displayed, I temporarily disabled the feature. But once I find a workaround, I'll bring it back!

💗 Choose how others perceive you!

You can now choose how the cast and narration perceive you! Originally, the narration was kept strictly gender-neutral (outside of pronouns and genitalia picked by the player), but this will soon change in future updates.

For more clarity: you don't get to choose the words specifically, but you can choose between masculine, feminine, and androgynous terms!

📋 Separate top and bottom genitalia!

You can now choose your tatas and pps separately! >:3

Alongside that, you can also choose your preferred body type!

I removed the "both" genitalia option because a few players still assumed it was an obscure version of "intersex". That wasn't my intention and I don't want to mislead anyone, so I took it out for now ^^;

I also didn't want to include a screenshot of the new genitalia choices in action (because it's NSFW), so y'all get the same character menu screen for the nth time instead lmao

📱 Relationship Screen Overhaul!

You can now change your own status for more immersion, and long-term Server Boosters will eventually be able to submit and use their own icon within the game as well!

Stalking finding your friends has now become easier by using "Buddy Maps"; a new app that allows you to see the location of all the cast members!

I want to offer players more incentive to check the relationship screen since they tend to miss the status updates, so hopefully this might help ;v;

It also says it "updates every few hours" so folks don't go overboard and check every 5 seconds to see where Ren is gdsghf (also keep in mind that he's a hacker lol)

🖤 Additional Scenes Update!

Day 2 received a brand new CG!!!!! Originally, I planned on only adding a few CGs sporadically throughout the game, but it didn't feel right to leave Day 2 so... empty... so I added a brand new CG to (hopefully) make things feel more balanced and natural!

If you decline Teo's offer on Day 3, Leon will now call and try to convince you to reconsider. However, players are still allowed to decline, and if they do, they'll reach a dead end.

After listening to feedback on itch, I changed some of the dialogue during Days 1-3 to make it seem more consistent! They're only small changes though, so it's honestly not worth looking for sdgjssga

🎶 Updated BGM and SFX!

I wanted to try out a different style of music to see if it fits the vibe of 14DWY more! The BGM features more acoustics to suit the "beachy" theme of Corland Bay, though I made a conscious effort to include piano elements as well to stay true to the original!!

I figured it'd be better to give players a live example before I make a poll (to see if they prefer the change or not) and publish it to Itch.

Some new SFX have also been added, though it's very minimal and honestly not that noticeable.

How to download and play the update?

(warning: clicking on the following links will open Discord!!) To download the Day 3.5 update, simply join the 14DWY Discord server, verify your age, and visit the "14dwy-updates" channel!

Alternatively, you can also wait until the update is publicly released on Itch to play it as well!! (It normally gets released shortly after a round of QA testing/getting feedback from the server, though I may release it earlier if I feel like it hehe ^^)

Enjoy!!

[chrliekclly]

finding comfort in homes broken differently than yours

[icantdothistodaybruh]

I'm very sorry you're feeling so sad today.

How about Sebastian and Ciel with flower crowns?🌸✨

Or a beauty and the beast AU?

I had a choice...

and I ended up doing both🥀

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 11; Truth

[b4kuch1n]

study of this masterwork

[wortverlust]

[lilyimmsim]

the crows would have absolutely loved monopoly

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Assisting Acquaintance Acquired.

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[somewhereincairparavel]

a little thought to ruin your day: After Piper broke up with Jason, he had to deal with his heartache all by himself, isolated in a mortal boarding school with nobody to comfort him. No family. No friends.

[coolsvilleprincess]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!! <3

Wanted to draw a bunch of different pairings so here we go!! I wanted to draw them on how I imagine their dates with each other would go.

Fred and Shaggy started out on a walk but halfway through Fred saw a place they caught a bad guy once and started reminiscing on their good times spent together and who is Shaggy to complain, they definitely went to get food after it though.

Daphne and Fred went to a screening at the Coolsville local cinema where they were showing one of the first ever 3D movies. When the movie is over Fred spends the rest of their date talking about how impressive the improvements to 3D films have been since they were first invented. Daphne doesn't mind that much since she still gets to cuddle and they also probably went to get food after it where Daphne assigns their friends roles in the movie they just watched.

Shaggy and Daphne went to a football game where Shaggy gets to eat very many football game foods such as Hotdogs and whatever else they eat at football games. Daphne isn't even rooting for a team cause at first she wasn't sure about going but it hits halftime and she's caught up in the atmosphere and uses the celebration of any of the teams scoring as an excuse to kiss Shaggy.

Velma and Daphne are working on very important mystery solving and journalism career things on their laptops so they don't have time to go on a date date HOWEVER that will not stop them from flirting through messages as they work. Daphne sends Velma things like videos and songs that remind her of her and Velma can't flirt back so she just sends hearts like a disaster lesbian, good for her tbh.

[whatimdoing-here]

WARRIOR NUN | Ava calling Beatrice, "Bea"

Request from my @commander0fmyheart but who wouldn't want it.

[gerards-little-killj0y]

move your body when the sunlight dies…

art by me :]

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thinking about childhood best friends to lovers jason. who spent hours in the school library with you, laughing and whispering over textbooks. who took you to prom, because you didn’t have a date and definitely not because he was in love with you. who let you drive his car when you got your license. who refused to let you take the bus as soon as he could drive.

jason, who only applied to colleges you also applied to, so that he wouldn’t have to go to school without you. who convinced bruce to let him have an apartment off-campus, so you could stay with him. who made sure he was in all the same classes as you. who made sure you were never out alone after dark. who helped you study for all of your exams. who took care of you when the flu was going around campus.

jason, who never lets you move out. who reads to you when you get home from a long day at work, your head in his lap. who washes your makeup off for you when you’re too tired. who cooks for you every night and makes sure you have coffee ready when you get up every morning.

jason, who finally asks you out over breakfast one morning. who takes you on dates every friday night. who never misses an anniversary or birthday, who takes you out every valentine’s day. who never shuts up about how lucky he is to have you to anyone who will listen.

- 🍓 (apologies for how long this is, i’m sick and have been thinking extensively)

NO ANON BC I HAVE BEEN DAYDREAMING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY

but I've been angsting it.

Because you pick colleges together, but he never gets to go. He lets you drive in his $200,000 car that you were always scared of scratching, but he would reassure you and say he'd fix any damage. That same car was left unused for years. He takes you to prom and you keep the flowers, but you end up leaving the dead flowers at his grave. You would look at two-bedroom apartments together and now you're moving into a single bedroom apartment in the building you always wanted to live in together. He used to write you notes in class which would almost get you caught. Now you wished you saved those notes. The books he used to read to you, you now can't hear quotes from, lest you start crying. He used to help you study for everything and now you swear you don't know how to study alone.

Jason was with you practically every second of every day. What are you supposed to do without him. It's not that there's just a hole in your life. The center of your universe is gone.