The train is oddly crowded this morning, bodies packed tightly together, the conductor's voice distorted over the speakers as she squeezes through. It feels like it took ages to get here, legs moving to its own maddeningly slow beat. Feels like she’s late, but she can’t catch a breath to check her phone. She forces her way into a spot beside the corner seats, holding onto the metal strap as she tries to find the trains’ schedule on her phone. Maybe an alternative route would help her get out faster. But the screen won’t budge from the lockscreen’s time.
00:00.
Shit, maybe it was busted, that couldn’t be right. Her eyes quickly lift to the gentleman beside her, his phone’s outstretched in his palm as he reads something on his screen. Ah, she can’t see the print of the time from this angle. “ Hey, sorry, I – ” The words die at her lips, her body jerking backwards when his faceless visage meets her own. It’s just an empty canvas of skin, all the hair over her skin standing at attention. Her mouth hangs, a strangled gasp withering in her throat as she stumbles back into the train’s walls. “ Wh–? ” Panic grows fierce in her as she turns to find other individuals, someone else who sees what she does. But all she finds are a sea of vacant faces, faced towards her.
A scream works its way out her mouth as she turns around to escape to the next cart, shakily grappling at the door to make it through to the other side. But unlike the last cart, this one was disturbingly quiet, the advertisements against the walls and top borders a sea of eyes. And everyone is still. So still. The conductor's voice distorts and echoes. “ Do you remember me? I don’t want to be forgotten. ” Dread wells in her stomach as every faceless reanimates and turns to her to stand.
“ You promised … don’t forget me. ”
The echoes continue, the voice a disembodied, discordant blend of hundreds of others. She can’t find her own voice, her own hands clawing to find her knife, a blade, something. But her pockets are empty. All she can find is her phone staring uselessly back at her. Slick with the blood between her hands. “ I - I remember. ” She tries to say, but nothing comes out. She steps back shaking her head, trembling digits stained. In the corner she catches her reflection within the doors windows; her mouths missing. Bloodied fingers desperately claw at her throat and face in search of it. Her reflection ripples through the glass and extends its palms to wrap around her throat. She can't scream for help without a mouth. Without a voice. It feels like waters flooded in her lungs; drowning from within, nails digging into flesh in a silent plea for mercy. And as consciousness slips, her knees give out, darkness bleeding into her vision. There's a crowd of them now, empty faces, all watching on as she fades. The last hollow echo the only thing she can cling to.
“ We’re all forgotten here. ”
03\ ??? dream drabbles
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why can i kind of see someone from the boyz ..
me and cléo both having the biggest crushes on sangyeon is so real and true of us i think
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Girl- your art and your OC Jey Cleary is SO GORGEOUS I CAN'T- I NEED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT HIM
I know your OTP is Joey and Astral, so, I must ask, how would he behave or act around Dark Mist if he met him?? 👀👀👀
Would he hate Mist? Would he tolerate him??
And what is Joey's relationship with Eliphas and his previous obsession in reaching purity by removing all the chaos??
(( AAAAAAAA! THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH! ;A;;;
THESE are also Super fantastic questions, thank you for the opportunity for me to gush about my boy and his antics with other characters 💙🩵✨ i’m so sorry this got SO long agshdj! There are doodles/art for your reading troubles down there too!))
- - ⟢〖 MIST 〗
So Jey’s whole deal is; Despite hailing from Astral World and being obligated to participate in their favor during the war ﹣ he’s actually the Son of Balance. His father, Protos, (the Heart of Astral World, as some called) was the guardian/overseer of the harmony between Chaos and Order. Before shit hit the fan in every conceivable way lmfao
On top of that, Jey’s just.. a rogue and a rapscallion ahsgdhjs He never was keen on how black-&-white the war seemed, but relearning about the complete villainization of one half of a necessary energy was the final coffin nail.
And that disagreeance is literally in his soul makeup! He was created in equal Chaotic Energy and Pure Energy. That balance is intermittently tied throughout him; He is meant to be the harbinger of Balance. Even Jey himself isn’t fully aware of how ingrained it is due to his own amnesia, but he does know obliterating all Chaos is not the answer, there’s something in his bones defying it.
It’s a rather big plot point in his story that he starts to feel divided from the main crew because of this. Not Yuma﹣ Yuma is the only one backing Jey up at all ﹣but Astral.
And it’s Astral’s rejection (spawned from the envoy's own rigid ideals and mission) that hurts Jey enough to push him out of the group for a brief period. ✨breakup arc woes✨
. . . And this is how and when Mist finds him.
They make an alarming well fit duo. Their personalities mesh, and they do surprisingly? Okay? To avoid overt toxicity in their alliance?
Mist doesn’t get preached at to change, or to “join a side of the war”, or be force locked in his card, so he tolerates having Jey around. And obviously Jey can’t be affected by Mist’s number influence, and he's naturally domineering enough to counteract when Mist gets too... himself lmao.
Jey has a Robin Hood type of suave and charm whereas Mist acts increasingly seductive and invades people’s space because he wants to intimidate.
Jey knows how to beat Mist at his own game, which both intrigues and aggravates the Number.
Like two people who know one another via a friend-of-a-friend, and go on this epic journey and end up unconventionally thick as thieves like halfway through the movie. ASDFGH
Mist likes Jey’s assertiveness and darker side - the viability to resort to vicious methods and being such a rebel personality despite supposed loyalty to the world of “pure” ideals.
Jey is pulled in by Mist’s unapologetic “take me or leave me” nature and his recognition of the hypocrisy regarding the war from both ends. And ofc the Number's unique brand of effortless beauty and free-bird, unaffiliated presence.
Those two tend to, pretty universally, have a quick chemistry and natural connection.
[ It’s also thanks to that natural connection that a certain lightbulb gets his first experiences dealing with an ‘unknown’ and green-eyed emotion. 😉 ]
Also also, fun fact - if it could not already be told by these answers lol - These two are my second highest OTP, right after Goldenship (Jey x Astral /JeiAsu) !
I call them Pierceshipping. Since they have a lot of piercing qualities (particularly their affinity for bedroom-eyed stares and smirks) And because they each canonically stab someone through the chest.
I’m so sorry I ran out of space for the Eliphas portion of the question, I’ll have to return to that! ♡ ;v;
But TLDR; For a lot of the same reasons already listed here, Jey and him do not get along. Can’t always do much ‘bout it tho cause that’s their technical boss, gotta play civil or else Jey and boifren don’t get as many missions together :(
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Tumblr will never know just how much I bitched about the prsk sanrio collab choices on which character w which sanrio mascot and the outfit designs on discord.
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German anon dating an American white girl confuses me lmao How does someone that don't speak English date somebody that does. They don't understand each other right? So how does this work my brain is not braining
they either put on a good amount of effort,,, or maybe she knows german– idk hun 🤷♀️🤷♀️
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❛ ♡ ❜ ˚ 。 ・ an acrimonious grimace graces physiognomy as paramour advances, syllables that roll across flesh managing to strike the hollow ache that resides deep within myocardium once more. voices had never been raised against each other since that evening, but she cannot help but feel as if this is worse than anything uttered in between those four walls. crowned princess does not know what she wants — has never really been given such an opportunity to express what is deemed a taboo subject to family and constituents alike until this very moment . . . of course amoureux would be the one to give her everything she has ever wanted. doe eyes flutter closed as a piercing inhalation fills her lungs, only parting once sole snowflake descends upon other's ethereal mien before the chronicled precipitation gives way to snowdrift being caught between obsidian and flaxen tresses respectively, wintry liquefying into wan epidermis, causing cherub to tremble as countenance gradually runs vermillion under austere atmospheric conditions. bronzed oculi finally manages to meet inamorato's and it is akin to a barrier of hydrogen oxide erupting. roseate petals attempt to avoid a lugubrious sob, though it ends up being nothing more than a feeble attempt as saline liquid spills, just as a snowflake makes contact with integument. ❛ i love you. ❜ comes out like a mere murmur, and it sounds like she has nothing left to offer, as if their all – passionate and all – consuming tale has left her wholly depleted . . . but there is no uncertainty floating around psyche, all the love she has for him clings to her as if it were it's own person, as if she does not know who she is if she does not love carter ahn. ❛ but i'm — i'm so scared . . . it's like this voice that tells me that i'll be alone in the end — that all of you will leave me one day. ❜
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