#btw this is also a thing in The Quarry

[willothewispwisteriadawn]

There is suddenly someone spreading Christopher Hartley hate on Reddit, and I don’t know whether to bitterly sob or be proud— because the hate drew out just how much love there is for Chris on the subreddit. 😂 So many comments talking about his glowing good points. I am well FED on this day.

[wattemeer]

kitties

[light-lanterne]

what the heck have i just read,,,

guys, there are a lot of similarities between all the members of the party. they all are outcasts of some kind, they all share some general traits (hence why they became friends in the first place), and they're all going through similar experiences as a result of their involvement with the upside down and all that.

but they're all unique individuals who all have their own struggles and character arcs and none of them exist purely to give depth to the other -_- parallels exist to add layers to certain aspects of the character's stories and the overall narrative, not to reduce an entire character's journey to those similarities and then proceed to ignore everything else about them. that is such a shallow way to consume the source material we all enjoy :|

it's okei to like certain characters more, and it's okei to point out all the little hints the duffs have left woven throughout the entire show to hint towards what's going to happen next with certain individuals and plot lines,,,

just don't reduce the entirety of one main character's existence to some very specific moments and traits in order to justify or enrich someone else's arc >:\

[comatosecringedotcom]

So I guess since Madeline is still in jail then it means that you will tell us where is Priscilla going?? Since at the end, we just know that Madeline is her only parent and I doubt that she was left alone after the finale...

At least I hope so...

Also aside from Morocco and the mysterious thing he has for Cody, what other villains we can expect to see??? The twins?? Quarry??

hi

soo for priscilla i don’t plan on her making much of an appearance (tho that could change) but, for now she’s under the care of her uncle ;p

evan and myles will probably be making an appearance, but for now morocco’s the big bad . :)

also i’m about to post the next chapter btw :3

[lavalampstealer]

YAYAYYY okay ONE (1) person asked so now I can dump about them. I’ll give you guys the condensed story otherwise we’ll be here for days (and this is gonna be a compiled masterpost about them, so I might repeat info I’ve already said)

(Also btw: don’t take this as canon bc its not, its just something that I thought would be cool to explore)

Now, you might’ve seen some of my other drawings of Canary- he’s an existing handler that I have and he’s during the time period of the games (late 1960s). This whole thing sprouted from me wanting to give it a backstory, and it might’ve gotten a little out of hand, which lead to all of this.

Basic setting for this is that it’s the mid 1930s ish (haven’t nailed down an exact year), the Agency is in its early days, and there’s more of a focus on being covert and indirect. In fact, it wasn’t called the Agency at all; it was known as the Roost, as all the agents/handlers/other staff had bird/bird-related codenames. Zoraxis, while maybe being known publicly as that, was known as the Quarry behind the scenes (stone/rock-related names). Two birds with one stone, canary in the coal mine, you can see where I got it from. ANYWAYS.

The story focuses on this agent duo, Canary (he/it (yes he’s a guy, he just likes wearing dresses, so what /lh)) and Cardinal (he/him). Their field is Infiltration, so their job is to go to high class events/places (like parties or something) and yknow. Stop the bad guys. It could be stopping an art heist, investigating a sketchy ‘charity’ that is actually funneling money right back into Zoraxis, interrupting a weapons exchange, etc- you see what I mean.

Small tidbit, they gave each other their accessories. Canary gave Cardinal his watch and Cardinal gave Canary its earrings. Starting to feel cringe now but too late for that, on we go.

More about the two. Their dynamic is pretty much that everyone else in the office can see that they like each other- except for the agents themselves. It’s not gay to have dance lessons with the homie in preparation for an upcoming assignment. Mutually just being like “wow he’s pretty WHAT WHO SAID THAT-”

I mentioned a canary in the coal mines earlier; that’s pretty much Canary’s job. He’s the one who’s constantly surveying the situation and making mental note of near everything so he can relay info to Cardinal, the one acting as the proverbial miner in the coal mines. Cardinal’s there to go into the thick of things and be the closest to danger. And their dynamic usually works out fine! Usually. Except for one time. The one time Canary missed a detail, and things went wrong fast. The bird stopped singing, but it was too late for the miner to get out. Gonna switch gears before I completely spoil what happened-

They have a handler, Jay, but she’s not a handler in the sense that Handler is in the main games. She’s a lot more hands off, she’s more like a superior to hand over assignments and pass along details. She usually doesn’t come along with them on missions, and because of the limited tech in the 30s (and their budget), they don’t have earpieces for her to communicate through. That’s why they’re in a duo in the first place, so that they’re not out alone and have some kind of backup. Her ref sheet will probably be coming next, a friend helped me come up with her design (you know who you are and ty :]).

So. That’s enough out of me for now. I’d be happy to answer any questions you got, so don’t hesitate to ask!

….and I may or may not have been listening to Copacabana while coming up with their story but shhhh its fine.

[jackienautism]

The most horrifying thing in the Quarry to me, aside from the Hackett family ignoring Kaylee and Caleb’s trauma, is the fact that a child of unspecified age was forced to survive in the woods for six whole years after getting displaced + having his once safe haven destroyed by strangers who wanted to “save” him then having to not get caught by said strangers’ family who want him dead for something he has no control over only to be killed while in a state of dissociation/deep sleep. Like, it’s not even mentioned explicitly but just…fuck. I’d the hell out of a book like that

you always realize the most fucked up things about this godforsaken game dfgkjdg still reeling over your most recent post btw i just want them all to be happy is that too much to ask

before i add anything on i just want to say even though ive said it plenty of times before: fuck the hacketts. like for real. kaylee and caleb deserved better

but GOSH i never realized just how fucked that is actually... if only they specified his age, i think that definitely would've made it hit harder yk? bc no matter how "young" it turns out silas is, it's still gonna be way too young to be thrust into his situation. having that like be solidified would've made it that much more. i dont know. real? bc the chances of him being like my age or yours is so.. likely

assuming silas also considered the rest of the harum scarum crew his family, he really like. lost everyone he cared about in one night and that's so so sad. all while he couldnt do ANYTHING consciously about it either. imagine you wake up just to see that everyone you've ever loved is dead and the place you call home is also gone? and, if silas even came to find out what exactly happened that night (which is doubtful? due to his lack of contact with literally anyone), imagine having to come to terms that you're technically the reason all that destruction took place?

long story short. fucking hell jkdfnjs i cant even imagine living on my own in good conditions so how the hell was silas able to do it in the middle of the woods! all while being hunted by these strange people! not only does he have to worry about food and shelter but now also the HACKETTS????? it's so. its not fair man

and the hacketts ARE able to accomplish their goal aftger killing several strangers and getting 9 unsuspecting kids involved and possibly killed. alongside their other family members potentially. what the fuck. if you couldnt tell i hate thisf amily

its nice they talk more about silas and harum scarum in the podcast but like... it being in game / not being extra would've been nice. would've been nicER. actually. since th whole game pretty much revolves around silas so. surprised they didnt talk more about him. actually no im not

[shewritesinblackink]

The horizon of Dawn - a walking dead universe fanfic - part 1: the edge of time

twdxf!oc!

part 2 part 3 part 4 ( links to come)

summary: Every day since the end of the world as we know it, Dawn watches the sun set on the horizon, and the moon rises like an ancient goddess watching her from above. Accustomed to the silence of solitude, she suddenly finds herself tangled up with a group of survivors. And the great scheme of things is disturbed.

Beginning at the quarry, before Rick is found by Glenn. Merle finds Dawn snooping around their camp and brings her to the others. What will they do? Will they trust her? Everything changes, but is it for the better?

reposting this fanfic because i think i mainly posted it on AO3, btw here's the link if you prefer to read there.

Dawn stumbled on some hidden roots as she walked in the forest, careful not to make too much noise. Who knows what lies in this forest..

A branch suddenly snapped a little farther ahead and she immediately scooted down, hiding behind some bushes. Voices erupted from nearby and a rustle of leaves being stomped on came to Dawn’s ears. Someone, possibly multiple people, were somewhere near and the thought alone made her stomach turn into a tight knot. People.. alive..

Frankly she didn’t know what to think nor do. She stood frozen in place, listening to the voices and sounds. She heard laughter and yelling. Those people weren’t really discreet, they could attract any geeks roaming around.

Put up a giant sign that says “eat me!” that’ll be the same.

Letting a soft sigh escape her lips, Dawn stood up slowly and scanned the area, searching for any signs of a human presence near her, when the shuffling of leaves started again. This time Dawn located where the sound seemed to come from. After a few seconds the young woman started walking slowly, as silently as she could, and soon enough she could make out the outline of a camp. a camp! From her hiding spot she could see a few tents and people. A woman was skinning fishes and another one was putting the laundry to dry. Rising against the trunk of a tree Dawn tiptoed to see further and noticed a lot of cars and a man on the roof of an old looking RV. He had a rifle by his side and looked toward the only road leading to and out of the quarry.

Some kids were running around, laughing and playing with toys. A man was carrying an ax and another one dry branches– presumably to make a fire later in the evening.

Dawn left her spot for another, nearer the tent and the woman preparing the fishes. She was talking to someone else and they were laughing.

Who are they? Why are they laughing like nothing ever happened? The world went to shit and they are just camping like a big friend group would.

Getting a little bit closer, she listened in to the conversation, hoping to learn something about this group.

Maybe they have food.. that thought made her stomach growl and she stopped moving, hoping the women didn’t hear it. She waited a little but they didn’t move so she changed her position again, walking along the edge of the camp, hiding behind tents and running bent down when she had nothing to cover her but bushes.

What Dawn didn’t realize was that someone was also watching her.

Merle was silently standing a few meters away hidden by low branches and bushes, his hands in his pockets, as he was watching someone going around their camp. When he first spotted the silhouette behind the trees he’d thought it was another geek, but then he noticed how the shadow had moved, from trees to bushes, careful not to step on crunchy leaves and to stay low. He thought that whoever was that person, they were used to walking silently even before the world went to shit, or they were smart enough to understand the basics of surviving.

Not like those jackasses we’re stuck with, a scowl appeared on his face at the thought. 

At the beginning, he and his little brother Daryl had decided to follow the train of cars leaving the main road because they were heading in the opposite direction– not going for Fort Benning. They quickly drove on a dust road and arrived at the quarry and the brothers had thought it would indeed be smart to find a place to stay for a few days instead of being stuck on the road with all those things roaming the area.

But now, weeks had passed and they weren’t so sure of what to do anymore. Should they leave the group and try to survive by themselves, or should they stay? Merle couldn't bring himself to make a decision and Daryl didn’t seem much interested in leaving. A few nights ago they’d just talked about it and he had said to his big brother what’s the point o’ leavin’? Merle opened his mouth to retort something but felt silent, short on words. He didn’t know what to do so they silently agreed on staying until something happened, maybe an opportunity presenting itself or whatever.

A soft noise of leaves being moved brought the man back to the present, and his blue eyes moved frantically when he noticed the silhouette was gone. But he quickly remained calm as he spotted the person a little more on his left, peeking through the tents. Probably planning on stealing our stuff. His jaw tenses.

Quickly, he moved silently through the forest and came behind the silhouette as if hunting his next dinner. A sweet little deer would be perfect. Grabbing the person by the upper arm, he tossed them around and without giving a damn whether or not he was hurting them, he dragged them toward camp. “Look what i found!” he yelled at the others. The stranger immediately started to wiggle, trying to break free from his rude grasp but they were so close to the camp she didn’t have the time to throw a kick his way that he threw her to the ground heavily. The gravel hitting her sweaty palms, she quickly got up in a small cloud of dust, eying her surroundings expectantly.

Here under the hard sun of the early afternoon he could see the person more clearly. It was a young woman, probably in her early twenties, shoulder length hair the color of hazelnuts. Her eyes were scanning the people slowly gathering around her, jaw tight and twitching. They were whispering things and it made her feel uneasy, he saw her fingers move near her leg, as if they were itching. itching to grab somethin’ to defend herself, he scoffed to himself. Her gaze met his and it was defiant. Merle could see different emotions passing in her eyes, she was trying to suppress them, to control them. Anger, disorientation, fear.

He detailed her from head to toes; the hunting knife hung at her belt, her cargo pants, dirty hiking shoes and flannel button-down shirt. She was ready for the apocalypse, he thought and a smug smile appeared on his lips. She looked like the type of person who’s always ready for whatever comes their way.

This should be fun.

The women and men of the camp gathered around the stranger and were doing just like him; detailing her, watching every little detail about her. Her dirty face and hair, long nails untrimmed since a long time were dirty and bloody, some were broken or bite down. Multiple cuts on her fingers and hands had left soft scars on the flesh, and on her right arm he saw weird black lines running from her middle finger to hide beneath her sleeves. That detail picked his curiosity particularly.

Shit-head-Shane, like he called him in his mind, came closer than the rest of the crowd and held out a gun. S’he gonna shoot the deer?

“What the hell’s goin’ on?”

“Found ‘er snoopin’ around yer tents.”

Shane threw a weird look toward Merle, exhaling sharply as if the sound of his voice was enough to draw the worst in him. Shane opened his mouth, wanting to ask him what he was doing alone in the forest but he kept his mouth shut for once. He had to deal with something new. 

“And you are?” His eyes were now fixated on hers, dark like charcoal and his brow furrowed. She didn’t speak, didn’t even open her mouth.

Shane’s patience was thin, Merle knew it. She’d better start talking or she’d end up with a bullet in her pretty head.

“Hey! I asked you something!” He took a step closer and moved the gun toward her head, almost yelling. Everybody watched as she swallowed hard, thinking.

“Name’s Dawn.”

“Dawn, okay. Well, what were you doin’? Planning on takin’ our food?”

“No.”

Her brow was furrowed as if she was telling the truth but Merle wasn’t a fool. What a girl, alone in the forest, good as sneaking around, would do close to their camp if not steal their food or anything useful to her? Maybe she even had a settlement with people waiting for her. But it seemed odd as Daryl and him had spent the last weeks hunting in the forest, they never saw anyone, not even the smoke of a campfire.

“What were you doing? I’m not gonna ask this a third time.” Shane’s tone was low and sounded like thunder. He seemed so angry, so on edge, Merle thought he’d shoot the poor thing right here right now, in front of the others, with the children watching in horror.

The girl– Dawn, took a look around her. She observed the people gathered in a large circle far from her but not too much. They were scared but still wanted to witness what would happen, they wanted a show, drama to unfold. Life at the quarry was becoming too dull and boring now that they were all settled in a little routine.

Her chest rose and fell heavily, as though she was out of breath. And maybe she was from trying to get free from Merle’s grasp. Maybe she was scared. But a second and a blink later, she became an entire new person, as calm as the surface of a lake. She rose to her full height, scanning the crowd once more, her breathing became more regular and calm.

“I was walking when i heard noises so i went to check it out.” her tone was flat, not pleading, not asking. Almost confident. Almost. 

Shane let out a small laugh. hu-hu, mister shit-head is making fun of the new chick, that ain’t good.

“Why would you do that?”

“Do what?”

“You playin’ stupid on me?” Shane shook the gun, cocking his head to one side.

She didn’t answer, it was almost defiantly. Truly she didn’t even have an answer. Anything she would or could say would be for nothing as they would find something weird about it. As if during a zombie apocalypse a young woman traveling alone was the most bizarre thing.

Her gaze dropped to her dirt covered shoes, her hands hidden along her pants and too big shirt, making fists like she was trying to hold herself together.

“Don’t know,” she trailed off, looking up at Shane, eyes watery. “I was just alone when it all went to shit and..” She drew in a shaky breath, becoming another person again, Merle furrowed his brow in confusion. “And i didn’t know where to go.” She glanced at the crowd surrounding her like she was an actress on stage checking her audience, making sure everyone was listening. “Figured the woods would be safe enough for a few weeks.”

Merle noticed how everybody shifted from one foot to the other, crossing their arms or putting their hands in their pockets. Nobody knew what to do, and nobody wanted to deal with the situation if they were being honest. But they enjoyed the distraction. So did he.

***

When a big man walked up to her, Dawn didn’t know how she should play it so she started getting a hold of herself ; getting up to her full height, calm and unreadable face, arms on each side of her body. But she saw how the man talking to her felt more uncomfortable by her stance and attitude. So she shifted back to the scared young girl, maybe with a hint of naivety on her face. Eyes open big and watery, brow furrowed, mouth shut tight as though she was trying not to piss herself or burst into tears. She hoped her little character would convince them she didn’t mean any harm. Truly she was just alone in those woods when she heard the noises. But why would they believe her? why would hey believe anything i have to say?

The first to speak from the crowd of survivors was a woman. Short gray hair and worry written all over her face, she was clutching a little girl’s hand.

“Shane, i think you’re scaring her.” Her voice was soft and calm, almost a whisper.

So the big man’s name was Shane, okay, Dawn took notes mentaly.

“She’s just a lost girl, have a little sympathy.” And at that the short haired woman took a few steps until she was close to Dawn. So close she thought she was going to embrace her in a hug. The little girl stayed behind clutching her dirty teddy bear, eyes wild open.

“Carol.” Shane’s voice sounded like a warning but an old man stepped in. He had a hat and a sniper-rifle, Dawn recalled seeing him on the RV’s roof.

“Hey.” He offered her a warm smile and for no reason it made Dawn feel a little less scared. Because she was really scared, she just didn’t want to show it in the first place. She’d learned that, in life, showing weakness to the wrong person could end badly, so she always pulled on a stern face, trying to appear tough and hard.

The old man took off his hat, put it in the hand holding the rifle and held his now free hand out to Dawn. Was she supposed to shake it? Like everything was normal and this was just an encounter like they would’ve had before?

She shook it nonetheless. Her sweaty palm felt small and weak in his warm one. He smiled again and Dawn sniffed back tears, nodding slightly at him.

“Dale what the hell you doin’?” Shane had dropped his gun, but still held it firmly as if the newcomer would suddenly turn into one of those things and aggressively start eating whoever came too close.

“Welcoming a lost young girl by making her feel not scared, Shane.” The old man– Dale, threw a scowl at Shane. He insisted on each word, trying to put some sense into Shane’s head.

“He’s right,” another woman said, taking a step forward. She had long brown hair, curly from the humidity that stung in the air of the quarry. A little boy was clutching her tight.

Shane’s shoulders seemed to drop as his face distorted into something between laugh and incredulity.

“Lori–”

“No, Shane! Damn it! Look at her and tell me she looks seriously threatening to you?”

Dawn took it at her clue to look as scared and inoffensive as she could, and when Shane turned his head toward her she tried to muster some tears to make her appear even more frightened. He huffed in exasperation, not very convinced but turned on the safety of his gun and put it back in his holster at his waist.

Dawn took a good look at that scary man; he was wearing military boots and his pants and t-shirt looked awfully like some cop’s uniform. So he’s a cop, uh.

The young woman was trying to register as much information as she could while still appearing harmless. She hoped no one had seen her knife at her belt, even though she could easily make them believe she didn’t know how to use it. I’m not dangerous, she wanted to tell them, but was it true? Was she really as nice as she tried to appear?

Dale, placed a hand on her shoulder and started to walk her to the RV, the crowd started to dissipate as the show was ending. Carol and Lori followed them inside the vehicle.

***

After Dale took the new girl to the RV for whatever chit-chat he, Lori and Carol wanted to have, the rest of the crowd disappeared, everyone going back to their chores or whatever they were doing before. But as he stood in place, he saw the worried looks on some faces and the curiosity on some others, glancing toward the RV from time to time. Would they welcome her into the group or send her on her way? Or something else? He didn’t want to stand right there like an idiot but he was curious as to what kind of conversation the four of them were having.

Before even taking a step toward the RV, he saw in the corner of his eye the way Shane looked at him. That ain’t good. Merle spat on the floor.

Shit-face-Shane walked over to where Merle was still standing, his arms on his hips like he was the high commander of the quarry and the others his little obedient soldiers.

“How’d you find her?” It was a simple question but Merle found great pleasure in playing around with the cop.

He just shrugged and put on his best “go fuck yourself” kinda smile.

“Merle.”

“What?” Merle tried to seem surprised like a child caught with his hand in the candy jar, but he was more annoyed than anything. “ ‘was just walkin’ back to camp when i saw someone snoopin’ aroun’.” Shane didn’t know what to say, he was just angry and frustrated and needed to unleash his emotions on someone, and what better someone than Merle Dixon, the outcast of the group, uh?

“What now? You’d have preferred me to shoot ‘er before bringin’ her lifeless to camp?” He threw his arm open in a grant gesture and walked away before Shane could say anything back. If he stayed one more second in his presence he’d have his brain splattered all over the place in the blink of an eye.

After a long time in the RV, and a curious Andrea eavesdropping from the small window on the roof while she was on duty keeping watch, the three members of the group and the newcomer went out. Dawn was the last one to get out, her plaid shirt in one hand and her backpack in the other. The man noticed the black lines on her right arm he saw a few moments earlier, it was running along her arm from the fingers and was hidden by her t-shirt's short sleeves. From afar he couldn’t tell what it was supposed to look like.

curious.

Carol got back to her daughter and husband but Lori and Dale walked the young woman to Shane. They spoke a little and like a defeated man, Shane held up his hands in a surrounding motion. He then gestured toward the trunk of his truck and gave the girl a sleeping bag.

Her backpack wasn’t big and Merle couldn’t see any tent or camping materials. She’d have to sleep with the sky as only roof, but if she survived in the forest all this time without a tent nor a sleeping bag, he guessed she’d be just fine. Hell, who’s she?

That evening, the brown haired woman sat with the others around the campfire, eating one of the squirrels Daryl had brought back from his hunt. The man wasn’t there when Merle had discovered the woman so he had a curious look on his face upon seeing a stranger at their camp. His older brother vaguely told him the story.

She was now silently sitting between Dale and Glenn, staring at the embers in the foyer while eating her share with appetite. Obviously the young man had sympathized with her, they were about the same age and she probably felt less anxious with him. He was easy to be around, but even if she smiled shyly when he talked to her, she seemed more comfortable in the silence. When nobody seemed to notice her presence.

Shane didn’t took his eyes off of her, as if he could read her very deep secrets just by staring at her.

The others also noticed how hungry she seemed to be, and when the sweet Amy gave her half of her own share, she looked up at her in surprise. Merle knew that look. Afraid someone might snatch the plate away from her. 

It seemed like no one wanted to go to sleep after dinner; beers were being opened and some people started asking questions to Dawn.

How is it being on your own? How did you survive the outbreak? Why didn’t you leave for Fort Benning like everyone else? Where is your family?

She started to shut off at that last question, which led a very thoughtful Glenn to ask other questions about her past, before telling her a bit about his.

“I was a delivery guy. What about you?” he gave her a weak smile, trying to be comforting maybe.

But she hesitated.

“Nothing special,” she let her sentence in suspens, shrugging.

 An awkward silence fell onto the small circle of survivors, some of them sipping on their warm beers– no more cooler in the apocalypse.

They talked a bit more but she seemed exhausted like the rest of them, so one by one they started to head toward their tents. Dawn settled her sleeping back next to the fireplace.

***

The next few days went by pretty simply; Dawn took part at the activity around camp, helping with the laundry, collecting woods and helping preparing the food. But Shane made it a clear point that she wasn’t allowed anywhere near the kids nor in the forest without surveillance. She wasn’t allowed any weapons, so she had to, reluctantly, give her knife to the cop– he eyed her suspiciously when he saw the hunting sharp blade and almost made a comment, but decided against it.

She slept in the open air, under the stars and she liked it, even though it could get a bit chilly at times when the embers of the small fire wouldn’t last long.

She felt a bit like an outcast even if people would smile at her, they would still throw side-glance her way and whisper in her back. Thankfully some women tried to make her feel more at ease, usually by talking, they would laugh and have some good time.

Still, Dawn felt weird. Sure the people were nice, nicer she could have hoped and Glenn and Amy were about her age so she mostly spent her time with them. The other women were good people as well, Carol was really nice and gentle, Andrea was honest and straightforward, Jacqui was a sweetheart too; they all were really nice to Dawn. It was something she wasn’t used to and didn’t really know how to deal with. Usually she was by herself, not talking much to people or interacting with strangers, so everything was new for the young woman.

She didn’t have much friends before, and certainly won’t make a lot of friends now that the vast majority of humans had turned into eating-flesh monsters. She hoped this group would grow to like her more, and vice versa. She really wanted it to work, now that she had a taste at living in a small community fighting together against the rest of the world. It seemed surreal.

Eventually those people would abandon or reject her, and she would feel worse than she already felt. And maybe she won’t even survive this time. She tried her best to cast the dark thoughts out of her mind, and it was easier when she had something to do. It was easier when she was not alone with herself, alone with her thoughts running and running like mad dogs in her head. So, everyday since she arrived at camp, she watched as the sun would set on the quarry and how life would become quieter. It seemed everything became calmer and safer at the end of the day. But she wasn’t a fool, she knew what it meant when the sun would start his race toward the horizon to hide and let the moon rise.

She knew it meant she would soon enough be alone in her sleeping bag, staring at the stars silently while her mind would play tricks on her. Sometimes a single tear would escape but she’d quickly sniffle and whip it away, closing her eyes she’d try to think about other things and eventually fall asleep.

And the next day would be the same.

any comments or recommendations/thoughts on this first part is welcome! or if you have some ideas on where the story should go, let me know!

[wearethekingdom]

okay so I know we’ve caught up a bit but honestly, I feel like I don’t know much about how things have been with you lately and I feel bad low key :( because I’d really like to know about your life! so, what’s new with you? Doesn’t have to be anything big, but just, how’s life been lately? Are you on summer break? (I don’t know how things work outside of America </3) Have you seen any new movies or read any books or played any video games lately? This is an invitation to info dump about literally anything that interested you lately too btw :3

Omg hey bro so how you fix the problem is by messaging me /lh like if you just wanna talk about your and my life then you can message me asking and stuff, I have a friend on here and we literally just chat about our lives for like 4 hours at a time

ummmm so I went to sleep away camp or whatever ygs call it in the US for 3 weeks, its an Irish spoken one so you know I ate that up, volunteered for the youth club camp and lost a child at a theme park while doing so (we found him, he was fine) and got some horse riding back in cuz I missed out on like 5 weeks of training lol

With movies I haven't watched a whole lot cuz I've literally had like. No time. I'm seeing the Kneecap movie tomorrow with my bf which I'm very excited about and I'm gonna see I Saw The TV Glow on Monday with some friends even though it's showing kind of late at the cinema (7:45pm), tbh I'm going in completely blind with but people say it's good so I'm simply just going to watch it. I've also rewatched alot of matt damon movies because why wouldn't I? I'm still his number one fan, currently watching The Martian as we speak which I've never actually watched before, kind of disturbing but it's okay because again, it's matt damon!

What I said all those months ago about my partner will need to fight for me when it comes to matt damon? I still hold to it. Guess who my bf looks like 😐 you will never guess its totally unpredictable 😐

I have readdd The Twelfth Day of July by Joan Lingard, it's a book about this guy and girl and the guy is a cath and the girl is a protestant and how they hate eachother and its really good, I love it a lot. I also read all of Diane Olivers short stories while at irish camp, they're really good and I totally reccomend her stuff, I think you would like some of her more scary short stories, a lot of her stuff is unpublished though cuz she was died at age 22 and she really needs more recognition, like when I looked up her most famous story I couldn't even find her other stuff at all.

Games I played Alan Wake about this guy (who is an author) who goes on holiday to this island and his wife goes missing so Alan has to investigate it while this story that he doesn't even remember writing becomes a reality, there's a second one I just haven't played it yet. I played The Quarry about a group of young adult camp counsellors who have to stay one day extra before they get to go home but there's creepy stuff on the property that wants to kill them and it's so good my fave character is my profile picture, we love Dylan Lenivy.

THENNN I played A Way Out with my brother set in the same prison as Shawshank Redemption, these 2 criminals set a plan to escape prison and get their revenge on the guy who murdered one of the mens brothers and well the other one kind of gives away the whole story so I won't go into detail on that one but it's depressing, it's a little disturbing and you get attached to Leo and Vincent the main guys.

Ive just been chilling this last month before school starts again and hanging out with my friends, I was going to go to NI for a while but there's protests and people setting streets on fire so I'm not going anywhere near there for now.

But yeah that's my life, you should totally reblog this with your telling of your life I would love to hear about it!!!

[johnnyutah]

i wish i wasn’t a supermassiveHATER and could still enjoy until dawn w my whole ass but. firstly i had friendships fall apart/fade in that fandom and that’s always kind of a painful thing to deal with so i don’t necessarily want to return to those memories. it makes me kind of sad to think about people i used to be close to who now exist in my periphery. also some of the most obnoxious/evil people i’ve ever known have been loud & proud ud stans and it puts me off. Secondly i’m pretty uncomfortable with the supermassive fandom in general, there is so much homophobia and misogyny and ableism but it is like RACISM CITY in there. i remember when the quarry dropped (which is exponentially better than UD btw) and everyone was so racist and ableist about ryan like i still block ryan haters on sight LMFAO! and the fandom has been racist since until dawn, and i definitely contributed to that w my poorly researched fanfics but jesus christ some people in the fandom just refused to engage critically with it at all. i think about how people talked about matt and emily and josh and THE GAME’S ‘MONSTERS’ and i break out in hives. thirdly i’ve just moved onto better horror— until dawn was a stepping stone for me but now i’m not sure it would even crack my top 5 horror games. i’ve grown.

but all that being said. if the UD secret santa does happen i will absolutely jump right back in to write some gay shit. it is needed 🫶

[folatefangirl]

Haven't seen one of these floating around for the recent MTAP tag but here's some gameplay tips I've picked up as a newbie who picked this up while it was 80% off on steam. I was mega stressed early on due to not knowing things and would be happy to pass on advice to save others the stress:

1. Reddit is good for advice and tumblr is penalizing me for links so yeah. Use the reddit community and/or wiki when stuck. Link to a decent set of advice is in the replies to this post.

2. Repair your workshop as soon as possible bc you'll wake up with low stamina daily until that gets done. Doesn't take more than like 30ish or so pieces of wood.

3. Yep the advice to make more than one machine is correct. Even for the blender. Maybe not the cooking setup or basic skiver per se. Yes, this will use up resources and space. Use the For Sale sign to expand space (or be like me and try to cram a level 2 house into a space too small for it 😅).

4. In the small planter boxes, grow lettuce, cotton, and wheat as much as possible if you can. You can also grow other things, but these seem to be the most helpful for feeding mounts and skiver crafting. Large boxes are for the special giant seeds and you can get the box from the church store and seeds from the Mysterious Man. Fertilize often to have the best shot at winning the Autumn Festival!

5. No, you can't have a rival romance with Higgins, tragically. But you can spar and body block him and chat to him until 9 AM to prevent him from taking commissions, especially the fancy valuable ones. I'm currently chill with being at rank 2 in my first year so I don't bother yet. I still think we should be allowed to woo him. As a treat. And mechanic to make him nicer 😅. Btw once he scams you (you'll know when) talk to him as soon as possible after and you can at least guilt him into giving you money.

6. No seriously do use Gust's shop in A&G to swap for 999 wood and keep furnaces running. You'll get wayyy too much stone from mining and the first quarry only gives so much marble for stone tables to sell en masse when the market is up. Other quarries are annoying to get to in the early game. Use the excess for wood first, then making stone bricks or stone tools etc to sell or whatever. Go wild. I make excess glass to sell since it's more profitable than raw resource selling, yep even with the wood cost. Still haven't figured out how to make excess soil more profitable besides planter boxes.

7. If you don't wanna feel like a monster for killing llamas for their worn fur, you can totally kill panbats. I like all the critters so I feel like a monster regardless 🥴. Kinda has to be done for certain quests and quest items tho.

8. Make allll the Dee-Dee Stops you can for the spots marked on the map. You can also have your mount follow you to the next stop.

9. Bring or make stamina repletion food when mining, esp if you have the game speed slowed down and don't run to the Round Table to replete (you have a limited number of things you can eat and can only eat once daily... Or you could try sitting for an hour if you aren't like me and it won't drive you crazy to sit and do nothing).

10. Annoying timed storyline quest needed items that you can collect earlier while the main story has no time limit for progression per se: pretty much all ores/ore products and special mining items like valves and engines, wild cocoons, ironwood (more than you think), bat wings, bamboo papaya, information discs (I keep the extra beyond the ones I give Petra for research in general for the storyline quest diagrams; I can complete the relics later), knight badges from the Round Table (minimum 250 of them), old parts, crystal necklace x1, dog food x1, soap x1, wildflower bouquet from Alice x1, tempering fluid, copper and steel wire, steel planks, welding rods. Can't think of the other ones that were super urgent and non-commission board rn as of Winter 1st (my latest stopping point) but yeah this is totally a hoarding game.

11. P.S. To get into the hazardous ruins area as a lower level, literally just dodge and run for 60 seconds. Do a hit if you feel brave. Yes, it's cowardly but it totally works and unlocks neat stuff you really need for certain quests. You can kick their asses later.

12. The worst that can happen if you die is that you get warped back home. Same for passing out at 3 AM but without the health depletion. Use that knowledge for what you will. I've noticed in boss battles it just bumps me back to the start of the battle with full health and stamina so I only get warped back further in other situations.

That's all I have for now but I may add more as I play. Hope this helps!

[kazeiia]

this is just a lot of rambling, so bear with me for a second. i only got into the social media side of st after s4 when i couldn’t wait to get more of the story, and byler was one of the first ships i ever got into because i was getting edits and theories left-and-right. there were people that had byler theories for every single little thing, including stuff like lighting, the use of color, metaphors, analogies, etc to show how it was going to be cannon, but i took it all with a grain of salt because no matter how much i wanted gay representation (without the kill the gays trope) in one of the biggest shows in the world, the creators are still mostly middle aged white men.

BUT,,,, i recently rewatched s3 and things don’t add up. mike was so adamant about his feelings for el. he said he loved her to the whole extended party, and spend the entire summer trying to tell her that he loved her through his usual rambling, but it took will’s “not possible” to realize will was the only one who wasn’t willing to grow away from their party, even if they were going to be a thousand miles apart. when el finally said i love you back (even if mike never told her that directly btw), he looked confused and shocked—not the catharsis you would expect from someone whose partner finally said the Big Three Words.

there is a part in hopper’s letter to el that talks about not wanting to move on, and the scene focuses only on mike, looking back to the empty byer’s house on his bike. he goes back to his own house and hugs his mom (like he did after the quarry incident) looking just as lost and confused as he did when el kisses him goodbye. then he spends a hundred-and-something days giving will the cold shoulder??? like, why??? it’s not like mike to NOT be glue-trapped to the rest of the party. at this point, he still hasn’t said i love you to el. he can’t even say it when el brings it up directly, and he deflects by asking her what she the hell she was talking about. it might be chalked up to his family ties and how the wheelers don’t seem the type to show affection naturally, but i also think it could be a little bit of his aversion to lying to people he cares about. mike genuinely cares about el, but it’s a little bit like idol-worship, like this ideal in his head of superman el needing her own lois lane.

will is different because, to mike, he isn’t superman. he puts mike on the helm of the ship as the heart of the party. he looks up to him. he believes be understands him and he genuinely needs him. he believes he is smart, strategic and funny. he’s his best friend. so mike has the option to take on this responsibility, or to conform to what everyone around believes he will do—love el and be in love with her like a good boyfriend would be.

the only time mike genuinely smiles around el in s4 is when he gets the chance to help and save her from the whole owens-brenner lab thing. so it’s kind of obvious which choice he prefers. mike wheeler seems like the type of person that desperately wants to be needed because he hates it when people treat him like a good-for-nothing kid (his parents, steve, hopper etc). he even tells will that he’s scared of not being needed in the van scene, and will shuts him down by telling him about his role in the party. he spends all this time missing will (he goes back to dnd), and then when he finally sees him again, he pulls back because he doesn’t want to miss him. he doesn’t want to lie to him by not telling him how much he missed him. in s5, i really hope that the writers realize it makes the most sense plot-wise and theme-wise to get them together, but that’s a whole another theory and lots of people have discoursed about it before me.

anyways, i know no one really cares because i’m just one of many, but i wanted to let it out that now i’m fully convinced that mike wheeler is canonically a little fruity. let the delusions commence!

[duck-in-a-thrift-store]

Alright guys here's the first room closeup (+ headcanons/notes), by popular demand:

~Mike & Will's room~

(Plz don't judge my choice of wall art I pretty much just picked it bc it matched the wallpaper colors and there weren't a lot of good options)

Ok so design details

I know yall see that blue and yellow, and the green in the middle. All very intentional. The bed w/ the yellow blanket is Will's & the one w/ the blue blanket is Mike's. They sit on the rug when they're having their little heart-to-hearts that the rest of the party never seem to be a part of for "some reason"

Also, these boys wear a lot of fuckin stripes, so. Blue and yellow striped wallpaper? Green striped rug? Idk man it was screaming byler what can I say

And then there's a record player or whatever on the dresser between them, bc as we all know Will is a music guy and Mike lets Will do whatever he wants even if that means keeping him up listening to his favorite song all night bc he'd never forgive himself if Vecna somehow got Will bc Mike made him turn it off*

*So, to explain what that's all about: after his repeated failed attempts with Max, One went after Will next bc y'know, lots of trauma, easy target, etc (at least that's what the mf thought, I'm pretty sure Will lowkey has powers or smthn)

(This happened before the start of the au btw so it's just sort of background info, it might be mentioned but it won't be happening in present)

But anyway Will almost got Vecna'd and it was partially Mike's fault bc they got in a fight, Mike said smthn stupid and Will ran off, we know the drill (Mike still blames himself for it even tho they made up & Will forgave him and is fine)

Mike kinda lost his shit, honestly I'm thinking in his terror he pushed El too hard to save Will (when she was already doing her best obviously bc that's her brother) and that was part of why they broke up bc even El realized he cared more about Will than her- Mike is pretty much the only one who doesn't know yet lol

And they all survived obviously but now they're both kinda extra paranoid about it and even though they've moved far away and One hasn't followed them they still worry that some day he might track them down, so they fall into a (compulsive) habit of playing Will's favorite songs on repeat

(I'm not giving you his fav songs bc first of all I can't even decide my own fav song and also it just feels really presumptuous like that's too personal of a thing for me to decide for somebody else. I take music very seriously & very personally ok. Funnily enough tho I am listening to "should I stay or should I go" at this very moment)

Anywho, moving along

That desk by the door is mostly used for coming up with new campaigns they don't want the others to spoil (it's ok for their roommate to have insider knowledge that's not an unfair advantage or anything and besides it just can't be helped y'know? /s) no but they do collaborate sometimes and they work so well together as storytellers that the others find it lowkey unsettling (Dustin and Lucas are used to it tho)

>tw: vaguely suicidal themes?

Someone, not thinking I guess, makes an offhand joke about them being on the ground floor so they don't have to worry about Mike jumping out the window, and Will, who somehow hadn't ever actually heard the whole "quarry story," asks what that's supposed to mean and then they very awkwardly have to explain and he's basically like "oh my god what the hell that's not fucking funny why would you joke about that" and for a while after learning about it he's extra conscious of any self-deprecating/self-sacrificing type shit Mike says

Also they have "crazy together" written somewhere in the room no one else will see it. It's uncertain where, or whose idea it was, or why they did it, but they did. Probably to sort of make the room feel more like it was claimed as *theirs* after having to move to a new house far away from familiarity, and as a reminder to always be there for each other when times are tough

[somewhereinthepines]

question i've always pondered is if you've had any thoughts about the curator? i really love him and i was wondering what you can say about him!

oh. um. well, tbh i never thought about him in depth lol. i like him. i love how his jeers and scowl always feels like something coming from an old chess buddy. someone, who doesn’t necessarily like you (based on your choices and whatnot), but who always tries to sort of help you along the way. or….maybe, he doesn’t. it’s never fully clear what his true goals or motivations are. he does say, that he’s merely a curator of the stories, which btw is job, i’d kill for, haha. but like, we know that he’s the death, the reaper or smth close to it. so it begs the question, what sort of stories he collects then and how he decides which is worth collecting. bc let’s be real, there is no way, that he has a book for every person who ever died. it sounds like a bit of an overkill lol. then, it’s also odd how he technically allows us/entity/the player to slightly influence the events, despite them already being recorded per say. so does this mean, that each time, he actively messes with smth that has already happened and allows us to change it just bc he can? 

there is a lot of questions! and i doubt, that it would be answered. in fact, i’d rather have it remain a mystery. i really don’t dig the idea of the curator being ‘too human’ or having a backstory. the mere outline of how this whole affair is working would be enough for me, personally speaking. so, when i’m saying that i don’t think about him in depth, i mean him as, well, a character who can have smth beyond the frame, he was introduced in. i don’t have hcs for him. or invision him doing anything, but telling us how much our choice sucks lol. 

howerer, i actually really curious if they will tie up the repeating character models to the very fact, that those are the stories, that the curator tells us. the reason why i’m bringing it up is bc in until dawn, dr hill takes upon the role of the curator, but as we know, he’s personally tied to josh, and josh only. as he is the only one, who sees him. in the quarry, we met an old witch, who has a personal grudge against the hacketts. but unlike in until dawn, we met her as a player. so perhaps, we are the same entity that has those ‘tea parties’ with the curator. but then, what are we? they cannot harm us. nor can they actually influence our choice, if we don’t want them to. 

and then, there is john/dar/holmes/du’met, who are the same looking dude and all have the role of ‘misleading’ and/or present a permanent danger to the player. i love to think, that it was intentional, even if it was probably not. but if they’d make it so, then is he the devil or a demon on your shoulder, rather? esp bc the narrative itself always has a route, where one of the characters andrew/salim/charlie can be complicit with their choices. even if in tdim, it was a fake-out, but still. people can die, depending on if you’d pick their side or not. 

i guess, we’ll see how and what the new installation will bring in the future. what the second season will be about on main. and if they will give us some new info. the curator will surely be there to lay an even thicker mystery upon us, but perhaps, we will be able to figure out what exactly his role is in all of this. and why he let’s us mess with the story, if it was already ‘written’. more so, maybe we will figure out how we can influence those specific timelines and not the ones, where we can never save the protagonists (the intros and such). 

i think, that the curator is a really neat narrative tool. in many ways. and while, i know that a lot of people really adore him, i’m more into the concept of him vs supposed him. prob in the same way, how i liked that dr hill was a fragment of josh’s imagination and his personal voice-inside-the-head. and how i liked the old witch being actually dead and contacting us from someplace else. 

the thing about me is that i can make peace with ‘unknown’ in stories, if they are framed in specific ways and give just enough hints to conjure up some theories. i loved how tdim me essentially was about du’met, not the crew. and how holmes was there as throw away. like you can hc that he was possessed by the devil (in terms of the game, naturally) and that du’met is his reincarnation. or you can just be like ‘well, hector is a copycat’, which wouldn’t be usual. esp in western criminology. 

[bookinit02]

HI im so sorry i just finished reading the e4 script and i am just . fuckign speechless i cant articulate at all lol it was soo amazing when i finished i needed to stare at a wall for like three minutes straight just to process hang on one sec hang on a minute let me uh let me jsut two seconds here hangn on HDSHHSDCHSCSCVGSCVGDVGSCDCGSXCGXSCXSCGSGSCGCGHCXGHCGXHCHXHXFFHCHXD#DFFDCEFHDFSNCNKSDCNJDSTHFH3489FDJNHJFVDSHJFDHSDFDHVHGSDCVDGHC489FHJHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i am literally SO OBSESSED you are such a talented writer and im so sorry once again for dumping all my thoughts in ur askbox especially when most are just incoherent but i have so many of them 😭 and this has been on my mind like all day lmao chewing on drywall actually<3333

okay first of all i LOVE HOW EVERYTHING IS COMING TOGETHER IT'S SO INTERESTING all the little plotlines feed into the bigger ones,,,,,, th hive mind isn't toxic plot which means SHITT vecna isnt trying to kill them he's trying to do something Else WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT PLOT TWISTS AAAAAAA and the back-and-forth between dustin and robin, the reveal that vecna was trying to force someone out ("where's will?")CHILLS. THE CHILLS. GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD it was so cool omgg omgomgomg. also max's storyline is literally INSANE i am SO INVESTED and i love how you've handled it so far i can't wait to see where you're gonna go with it!! <3 like. LIGHT. run the other way run to the light,,,, and the whole thing with TERRY is so genius it all makes so much sense but i never saw it coming and it was just SOOO SICK to see play out on the script i was on the edge of my damn seat the whole time you are literally SO TALENTED i am yelling sosososo loud!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

kind of continuing on from that i love all the references to past seasons :D the heart motif with lumax and byler has me in a chokehold btw grnjfrgnjfdjknnfjdgvknjkgfdjnkhehe!!!!!!! and the "you can leave, it's---" the rain is DEAFENING. will FLINCHES. THE RAIN SCENE??? also HELLOOOOOOO EMOTIONAL RAIN SCENE i think i can speak for all of us when i say im FLOOORED!!!!! gahhhhhh I CANT I ACTUALLY CANNOT YOURE AMAZING AND SO IS YOUR WRITING!!! plus the curiosity voyage WHO CHEERED :)

the. the byler quarry scene i. the lead up to it was INCREDIBLE and the gut punch sliding down walls head in hands heartwrenching 1000year brainrot is REAL because it has been my resting state since i read it when it dropped!!!!!! <3 basically my quick review is AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA and woag the slightly less quick review is also AAAAAokay no im kidding dont worry i have soo many thoughts head FULL girl i am so unwell over it "stay" THE CHEEK TOUCH THE HAND OVER HEART THE "i cant" and then it's TOO LATE.throwing up!!!!!THROWING UP and the jump and the running start and the rainstorm as a whole i am . I AM !!!!!!!! I AM SOOOOOOqhjwhjsdhjjhdjhdsjwjsdjhhjdhjehjwejhogufdoudfgjgdfjjwhdjhd dyinf a thousand deaths passing away rn

ANYWAYYY looking back on this i realize how long it is I AM SO SORRY JESUS😭😭😭 but yeah thats my roundabout way of letting you know that this rewrite and the s5 plot and scripts and fic and shoutout to the characterization which you NAILED it's absolutely EVERYTHINGGGG okay i promise im done now im so sorry like i said this got Way Unreasonably Long but thank you sosososo much for sharing this with us i hope you have a great rest of your day!! :D

this is the comment that made me cry at work btw so please never apologize for it being long😭😭 this was soooooo nice of you and it makes me so happy to know that all the work i put into these scripts is being recognized!!

one of the biggest challenges of this script has definitely been all the intersecting plot lines. i’ve never really attempted anything this expansive or complicated before, so there’s definitely a learning curve to it! i’m glad you’re enjoying it so far. & while i don’t think this plot twist is one of my best by any means, and honestly i wasn’t even thinking about it as a plot twist, i’m still glad you liked it! i really adore writing plot twists, and i love the feeling you get when reading something that has been so cleverly executed. it’s really the same feeling that i strive to emulate in all my fics!

i just said this in another ask, but i am SO psyched about max’s plot. i was really stuck on what to do with her, but i didn’t want to sideline her. pairing her up with terry was something that i never considered, but i literally had a revelation one night and was like oh my god that’s PERFECT!! & i haven’t seen anyone else do anything even moderately close, so i’m very excited to try something new.

i love a good reference!! parallels make my heart so happy. or so sad. depending on the circumstance. the rain fight one was a little bit evil, i’ll admit. the curiosity voyage was a lot more fun!

i was also unwell over the quarry scene. i literally cried writing it. i had to take multiple breaks. just ask suni i was SO unwell oh my god😭 so i’m right there with you.

again, please don’t apologize!!! this was incredibly kind of you, and it makes me so unbelievably happy to get comments on my script. this is an episode that i was insanely proud of, and i’m really happy that everyone has enjoyed it so much. thank you so much for all your kind words!!💗🫂

[dracwife]

i feel so outta the loop with whats going on with that art tracer, they're also a race bender too?

okay so the art tracer has gone by many names over time. i used to be mutuals with them (i feel very stupid about it now for not recognizing them!) but they used to go by (in reverse order, from most recent to oldest):

- marco / red, who traced art back then as well (you can check my "mutuals.marco" tag for more of their art. i tried to give benefit of the doubt back then, but it is very clear their understanding of anatomy and other things does not quite line up with their physical "skill." look at the semi decent grasp of anatomical elements and proportions but entire lack of detail and messy linework on things like fingers and hair. ive noticed these things as ive gotten better also at art. they were into genshin, the quarry, and "apocalyptic" media. their card visually is the same, with the same strange typing quirks, tagging system, and carrd details as 'aray' (ie: the three emojis at the bottom of a small text box, with the key leading to i believe platonic or familial f/os i cant remember which.) marcos main f/o was buck from 911, which carried over to the 'aray' blog. theyve since deleted this f/o from their list. dina and ellie were on marcos list towards the end of that blog. that has since carried over. they also strangely had dragon ball blacklisted, as they do on their current blog, which is very likely because of the issues they have had with keke/@galedinner the past who, at the time of their old blogs deactivaton and new blogs creation, was fixated on his dragon ball f/os, and had some fairly popular posts regarding them.

- kayle, the shipper who also racefaked (at first to being wholly poc, then mixed, then 'part' native i believe because their...stepdad? was native? hello?they also faked did, and e-begged for money after causing a three-car pileup via distracted driving. they were into DC with bruce wayne always being their 'main' f/o,' and genshin. (this is where keke very bravely called out their shit, which is where their issues with him started i believe.)

- ana/anastasia, a shipper who also used to trace art, specifically DC comic art. they shipped with bruce wayne and jason todd.

- a few other blogs whom i never checked, but if you remember that "deactivation speedrun" thing that happened round a year ago on my blog, that was them also, also going by ana again. i called them out on clearly trying to weasel their way back into the community, and they immediately deactivated.

just to name a few. they didnt racebend, they falsely claimed to be poc more than once. they claimed i believe to be at points: latinx, native, and black mixed? i have talked to more than one person who has known them throughout all these blog changes/at different points throughout, as well as adding my own experience, in case youre curious as to where im getting some of these details.

this is how they drew their selfinserts (character on the right) btw, at least when they were going by marco:

i have added an image of my own arm and colorpicked directly from it, which is the the darker two colors -- mind you, i am polish and irish. im about as white as it gets ethnically, though i admit im not as pale as i could be for it. i picked from my natural tone and even from the lightest part i could see just to really try to throw a bone, and they still drew their s/is very consistently paler than me. and then claimed to be poc. (also, look at the hair. the clothes folds. the hands. its very clearly traced. no way someone is so good at facial anatomy and proportions and then...draws a hand like that. im sorry.)

its a clear pattern, and quite easy to follow through time via their interests and other small details about their blog/typing/tagging system/etc.

theyre not a great person, and im quite upset i didnt pick up on the kayle -> marco switch when it happened, but i try to give people benefit of the doubt. i have known them for years, though rarely interacted directly with them until they went by marco, though i dont know if they know i have known them so long, as i myself have gone through a few name/url changes since then (but it is all present on my blog. i have never remade attempting to 'be' someone else. i just think theyre not that smart to realize.) others im sure have more dealings with them, and feel free to add on.

[doorrobloxstuff]

Baby snare gets carried around in a clay pot by figure and its like a front-pack

Snare prefers warm hands. But a pot with fertilized dirt will do. Snare takes after Seek, so it also likes low moisture walls were it can grow like mold.

I’m still deciding if Figure is lizard shaped, but baby garden lizard with pretty flowers is becoming more endearing to me in my mind.

Tiny, gory rambling below.

I plan going full vita carnis with Snare when it gets older btw. No spoilers, but it’s sire is SEEK. The goo monster that liquifies you or cocoons you for later. Plant horror! Plant horror!

Literally tore Figure’s womb apart/liquified it when it was born and attempted to eat its own parent’s flesh. (To be fair, Snare was tiny and instinct told it that its parent was deceased. All baby entities are born with full sets of teeth for that reason.) Baby had to be redirected towards a steaming pile of carrion.

I have many silly things I plan to do with this little critter.

I’ll be doing a Seek power revamp at some point- but it’ll be a bit more similar to quarry!Seek. Just less stronger.