#if you see random dots on the drawing that's why

[trans-formers-n-stuff]

fanart doodles of @whatwooshkai 's amazing fic "Look After You" … chapter 4. that's kt that's the post i really have nothing else to say. it was really good and i liked it. very much. i hope goldring dies or faces some other horrible fate…

[time-woods]

Hello there!

I love your use of patterned and textured brushes like these ones! The little dots and blending of colors is so pretty!

Do you have any tips for how to incorporate these brushes into drawings? Or how to get it to look good? (Tried so hard) (still didn't look like That™) (no idea what I'm doing)

thank you !

and for tips lets see- whenever i use brushes like that (ill use the rake like one as an example)) i tend to do those curved shapes especially when a color is bordering another but i usually dont just leave it at the brush ! i go back over it and define standout gaps and lines- sometimes i cover up the majority of the og brush stroke with other small swoops- it involves a lot of layering. i use the textured brush as a starting point and then i push it further with other brushes ! also with the dots- it wasnt a pattern brush i just adore adding small stuff by hand ^^

moral of the story- layers ! lots of layering, like how youd do in a physical painting, and also dont be to precious with the placement ! sometimes having that randomness and chaos is really freeing ! (thats why i love working with randomized hue jitter brushes and liners with random dithering ! ! it adds that excitement and unpredictability to my art process !))

i hope this helps ! and also im gonna be making a list of the brushes i like/ use on a regular basis cause i know a couple people have been asking !))

[okwonyo]

like in the movies.

엔하이픈 ୨୧ female reader 1300 for my mimi! fluff different tropes + cw. not proof-read kissing ( other )

heeseung

── fake dating to "get his ex back".

on a totally random day, he would ask you to date him ─ even though you never talked in your entire life.

then he would explain that he needs to make his ex jealous and the only way he can do it is by making her jealous.

but you would be like, why me out of all people?

he would explain that she will be even more mad exactly for this reason. and this is why he needed to choose someone random ─ you were the first one he spotted.

has the man of perseverance he is, he would convince you to do it.

expect, his actions don't really match with the initial purpose of all this. heeseung would kiss you more than necessary, would tell people that doesn't even know his ex that you are his girlfriend, would act as if he is your real boyfriend even when it's just the two of you.

then, you find out that he is the one who ended the relationship, and everything make sense.

"you didn't have to start like a whole─ dating simulation just to date me. you could've just like─ talked to me."

jongseong

── failed relationship.

you always loved each other, from the moment your eyes met to the last time you ever saw each other's face. the love has always been there. it didn't change anything. it didn't save your relationship. but it was there.

your relationship didn't end on bad terms or for any bad reasons ─ in fact, the last words you spoke to each other were i love you. it just seemed as if it wasn't meant to work out.

so when you meet each other again ─ on a friday afternoon after work in a convenience store, of course you can't keep your smile away from your face.

you start to talk again and reconnect, recalling your fun and cute memories.

and of course, the love that was still deep down in your core, resurfaces.

you navigate between "friends" and something more for months. until he finally takes the matter into his own hands.

"i have always loved you, i still do. and i don't really know what to do with myself if you are not here with me."

jaeyun

── that one guy that hates you

from the way he looks for everywhere you are not to the way he won't even look in your eyes, everything about the way he is with you says that he does not like you.

you don't really understand why, you have never talked to him before. did you do something weird and is not aware of it? does he just hate girls? is he the problem?

the truth is, he has the biggest crush on you and doesn't know how to act. every time he sees you, his heart starts beating and his becomes sweaty and his words are stuck in his throat.

he looks at you when you are not looking and has memorized the sound of your voice, he could draw you perfectly from memory or recognize you from your voice alone if he turned blind.

but he can't do anything but run away from you.

"if i hated you, i wouldn't run away from you."

sunghoon

── childhood sweetheart.

to him, you are a dream. a distant memory.

the kind of memory that comes back often, where he can't exactly recall your face, but he can feel the love that he had for you.

and when he sees you again ─ even though he doesn't know it's you yet ─ just your presence somewhere in the room makes his heart warm up.

when he talks to you, his heart can't stop screaming "i missed you, i missed you, i missed you" but you never ever meet before, right?

he tells you about it, that your remind him of someone he knew before and you tell him that it is the same for you.

you tell each other your childhood, slowly connecting the dots.

the love you had for each other, brought you both here, together.

the platonic love grows into something more, something that burns inside of you.

"there is something about you that i just can't replace."

seonwoo

── the guy that has a crush on your best friend.

to you, it is more than evident who sunoo has a huge crush on. it's not the first time a guy as a crush on your best friend either, so you would know. you became a professional when it comes to knowing which guy has a crush on them.

to him, it was more than even who he had a crush on. as he was always smiling at you as if he was an idiot and practically attached to your hip.

he even started to be friends with your best friend to get to know you better.

but you can't seem to connect the dots and it's really frustrating, he has been doing his best to be the most obvious he could.

then he realizes, he has never been alone with you ever and the only time you talked were the ones your best friend was there.

so he tries to talk to you, you eventually start to hang out together but you still thinks that he has crush on your friend. and you feel guilty because you start to like him too.

"you are all i see."

jungwon

── the guy you never thought of like that.

you know when your friends want you to desperately have a love life and you tell them that you just can't seem to like anybody right now so they decide to ship you with a random guy? this is it.

you never ever thought of jungwon this way, he is nice and cute but nothing more.

unluckily for you, your friends decided to make it their personal mission to get you two together.

they pull so much tricks on you. for instance, making you and him work together in a group project or forcing you to sit beside him during class.

you feel bad for him but the boy, as the eternal sweetheart he is, will be nothing but nice to you.

you'll eventually start to talk to him and you'll find yourself being quite fond of him and of course, it is the same for him too.

"maybe i do like you after all."

riki

── annoyance to lovers

to be frank, he had a crush on you for a while. but it seems as if he doesn't even exist when you are there.

so he decided to try something else, annoying you to the max so you will finally look his way.

and you looks his way, you does. every time he steals the biscuit you were eating or when he slightly ─ because he is not totally a mean guy ─ pulls your hair when you are sitting in front of him.

they are more glares than loving stares, but he got what he wanted.

you just don't understand why he decided to piss you off all of sudden so of course, you ask him.

"your attention was the only thing i ever asked for."

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[mishapen-dear]

rough art tips to learn and then break at your leisure.

the distance between your eyes is roughly one eye. the corners of your mouth dont extend past the middle of each eye. ears are roughly in the middle of the tip of the nose and the eyebrow. the eyes are in the very centre of the head. the neck is just a Little slimmer than the width of the head (varies with fat distribution, but fat tends to build up under the chin). hair is easier to draw when you plot out the hairline and then where it parts. leaving appropriate distance on the side of the face (cheekbone area and back to ear) contributes to making characters look more realistic/hot as hell. i dont know specific tips for that so use reference. an amazing reference/study site is lineofaction.com . if you think of the face in planes it makes it easier to construct (look up tutorials). if you draw a spiral like a tornado it can help you figure out awkward perspective for extended limbs (look up foreshortening coil technique). tangent lines are when two lines intersect and cause visual confusion (when it looks like a line that defines an arm is part of the line that defines a building, for example) and avoiding them makes your art way easier to comprehend. quick trick to good composition: choose a focal point (where you want your viewer to focus), detail that area the most, and make sure various elements of the piece are pointing to that focal point. you can use colours to contrast hue, saturation, and brightness and make certain elements of your drawing stand out. drawing in greyscale can help you figure out values. using black in a piece isn't illegal but you should know what you're doing when you do use it- it desaturates a piece and if used as a shading colour can desaturate and dull whatever youre shading too. if you use almost-black lineart and then add black to darken the very darkest areas it will do a lot to add some nice depth. the tip of your thumb ends just above the start of your index finger- your thumb also has two knuckles and all your other fingers have three. if you see an artist doing something you like (the way they draw noses or eyes or hair or anything else) you can try to copy that and see if you want to incorporate it in your style <- this is ENCOURAGED and how a lot of us learned and developed our styles. there are ways to add wrinkles to faces and bodies without making the character look a million years old, you just have to keep experimenting with it. The smile wrinkles around your muzzle dont connect to your mouth or to your nose; there should be a small space in between smile or nose and the wrinkle line. eyes when viewed in profile are like < aka a little triangle shape. think of the pupil like a disk and apply foreshortening to it (it looks like a line when seen from the side instead of a full round dot). subtle gradients can add a LOT to a piece. texture can also add a LOT. look up Tommy Arnold's work (his murderbot pieces are some of my FAVOURITE) and zoom in. find those random little circles he added and try to figure out why he added them there. light bounces. there's lots of way light bounces. sometimes it even spreads through the skin. i do not know these light tricks yet but i want you to know that they exist. draw a circle to indicate hand placement, draw a straight line between that circle and the shoulder, and then (normally at a right angle) draw a straight line on top of that line to find the placement of the elbow. elbows are normally placed Just above the hip when standing and your arm is at rest. there are no bad colour combos if you're brave enough about it, just fuck with the saturation and brightness until it works. keep playing. try new things. add your own tips to this post if you want or even expand on some ive mentioned here. good luck go ham etc

[astralnymphh]

unrelated but please write more fluff 😭😭 i loooove your way of writing sm 🩷

okay, let me just think of something random I can make into a poem to lighten my blog a little. think i'll do artist!ellie. first drabble thats mostly just poetry woop woop? (you'll see this kind of stuff in any fluff/angst/fantasy au i write) cw: internal organs mentioned, kinda angsty? idk sorry i get DEEP. thats it.

There's an artist in the bungalow.

She's got a mane of fire and a heart of clay. She is everything but skin and bone— for she has borne houses of stars and planets alike. The cosmos is her, and she is the cosmos. In her kindled hand is a means to create, whether she a weeping willow or gone livid in the pursuit for her head. Anguish be her tale of past days over this bungalow, because when all hope was sunken without acquainting grace, you rose upon it on two feet in ache.

You've a body similar— wrists that rebuke gold and sprout isles of lichens interchanging of your fine sylphine hairs. Borne was you, arteries dropped like glue and fled this earth like wax into hot gas, rising and rising somewhere new— instead, branches lie dying with you, inside you, a part of you, giving life to the marrow that is pulsing you. Wood is rot, bark is flaying, you are falling, that is okay. For the cosmos are desolate and resplendent with corpses by the shedload too. She is you, and you are her.

That's why she reached out for you, gave a hand made for crafting— and crafted you her partner.

One day, she took you through her quaint, oaken bungalow. A finger she lifted, pointing out everything mundane and.. commonplace. She pointed at her casement brown—trim windows, calling them the 'eyes of our house', watching the eons age this house away. She then pointed to her hallways, and likened them the 'throats of our house', swallowing every being and spitting them out a whole new person. She would give a last point, towards her bedroom and deem it the, 'heart of our house', for it pumps with life and watches bodies lie there— aging, waning, ever becoming moribund with their lovers held dear, pulse to pulse.

And you question sweetly, "Why are you telling me this, Ellie?"

Why?

Why elucidate the likeness of a visual so natural and so unquestioned in the form of organs? You question, but you do not look. Ellie replies, smooth of her tongue, "Wouldn't be fun if I just said it was my house." completely skipping the main trigger for question— 'our, our.. ours' and no longer just, 'her, her.. hers'.

It is your house. It is her house. It is a bungalow.

No odds about it, be it a jerry—built swamp house, a boxy mansion cruelly boasting over a crag, or a cottage swarmed in pixies preordained to rot in the woods it relies life on; it is a being. It eats personage, lets them linger, and absorbs them at the end of their existence— just like the earth will when it dies. Houses are like us.

Roofs see the same night airglow we gaze at, splayed amongst the grass, you lay with her.

"There's the little dipper, and.. that's the big dipper." croaked Ellie, aiming that same pointer towards the realm above, the dotted fabric we call 'the sky'.

"How can you even tell so easily— is there something wrong with my eyes?" quipped you, pressing the flank of your fist into your cinched eyes, clearing them.

"D'ya need me to point them out again?" She rolls upon her side, rending grass stuck onto her back, "Cause I can point you all the constellations visible right—"

Silenced. You push up on elbows and toss a hand to cradle, bringing her face into yours for a word—gobbling kiss, letting the dying hum vibrate down your chest. Ellie talks too much.

"Nhhmm.."

Satisfied. Spit smacking apart, it draws a line from pink plump to your plump of lip, and severs when you depart enough.

Her lower lip rolls inward, sucking sweetly of the spit you laid upon her mouth, coughing, "Ahem— that.. so you don't want me to show?" Dumbass. "No."

"Ooh—kay," drawled Els', the shuffling of leather and lawn surfing through your senses just a moment as she adjusts, planting that charmed chin on your shoulder— smushed like a rotten apple, "No show." and smiled, bless her smile.

So you lay, let the lay of petrichor waft into your head, and sleep away. Sleep away the life, sleeping away with yours— and hers.

just a teensy bit rushed but hope this is suitable

[nuncscioquidsitamor-13]

⋆˙⟡♡ (summary): this post but with a reader cuz self insert slay.

⋆˙⟡♡ (warnings): angstish, mentions of abuse, child neglect

⋆˙⟡♡ (notes): this was not a request but I wanted to write it. Short writing my lovey dovey.

⋆˙⟡♡ (taglist): @kozumesphone @soulynummy @fizzywashere87 (lmk if you want to be added/removed)

You almost cried with relief when the diner came into view. It was evening, the sun dipping low beneath the horizon; purples and pinks and blues bleeding into the delicate sky.

Walking inside quickly, and sitting down at one of the booths in the back as to not draw attention to yourself. You had no money, no place to go, nothing except the clothes on your back.

It was a surprise when you felt something hit your head. You turned around, ready to tell off whatever child decided to bother you when you stalled surprised to see two kids the same age as you.

"My name's Leo and this is Piper." The boy said, a grin spread across his face, "You hungry?"

As much as you would have declined, your stomach rumbled loudly and obnoxiously. The girl, Piper, sent you a look that made you almost compelled to follow her.

You and Leo sat at the bar, close to the exit, while Piper ordered. He was cute, with curly hair and brown eyes filled with mischief.

"So, what's your story?" He asked, hands fiddling with screws and other various tools. He wasn't even looking at you, but you felt like he was listening intently.

"I ran away from home." You said, curtly, right as Piper returned with the drinks. She gave you an understanding look, apparently your words had caught her ears.

"Me too." Piper said, passing you a milkshake. You tried to prevent the look of gratefulness, the tears dotting the corners of your eyes but it was hard. Why did this random girl care enough to get you a milkshake? Why did she care more than your parents did?

"Drink up." Leo said, noticeably not mentioning his own story. You said nothing, having learned to mind your business long ago.

As you three drank your milkshakes (and ate fries Piper also got for you guys), you talked about anything and everything. Piper had a famous dad and Leo was crazily good at mechanics. You all only had one parent (weird coincidence) and all ran away. It felt almost like this trio was meant to be.

"Okay, so, I don't have any money so we gotta run." Leo said, while Piper agreed. You sneakily grabbed a fistful of fries as you all rushed out of the store.

"Oh my gosh." You giggled, clutching your side as you all plopped down in an alleyway, "That was ridiculous."

"You think that was ridiculous? You brought fries with you." Piper snorted, leaning against Leo like they'd known each other their entire lives. It felt like that though, you could give these people your whole heart and you trust they'd keep it safe. (Is this what having soulmates feel like?)

"They're to go. Duh," You replied, exaggeratedly rolling your eyes. Leo and Piper laughed, making you join in. It was quite a sight to see, three young teens cackling like hyenas in an alleyway during the night.

"Oh shit, we should get going. Its getting late." Leo said, standing up and brushing off his pants. Then he helped you and Piper up.

"Wanna stay together?" You asked, almost shyly. Was that a lot to ask? To run away together with people you only just met.

Your doubts vanished when Leo grinned and Piper grabbed your hand.

"Together."

[quibbs126]

So we have part 2 of stylized Cookies, pretty much all from today other than bird girls

I feel like I did better yesterday, but also I haven’t seen yesterday’s drawing since yesterday, so I don’t really remember if it was

I was planning on drawing the Hollyberry family, but because I got stuck on Jungleberry (I deleted her so you can’t see), that didn’t end up happening. Funny enough, I was also like “I have no clue what to do for White Lily and Pure Vanilla so they’re probably not gonna be drawn for a while”, but what got me to draw more today was ideas for White Lily, and Pure Vanilla came along later

To be honest, White Lily and Pure Vanilla probably still need some tweaking before I color them. I’m still not really sure what I’m doing with White Lily’s hair, and for Pure Vanilla I feel like I haven’t done enough outside of the eyes and the hat. Maybe it’s because I gave him an oval head? I wasn’t really sure what head shape to give him other than it not being one I already used

Speaking of their eyes, White Lily’s are supposed to be pink with white irises, and Pure Vanilla is supposed to have no irises, but solid yellow and blue. Which when I was drawing looked somewhat unsettling, which is funny because since I draw so many Cookies, that’s usually normal now

Also also, I now want to make a purelily kid that combines their features, aka White Lily’s half shadow face and Pure Vanilla’s small non iris eyes. They’d look like the comedy mask. And probably also somewhat like Shadow Milk

As for the Hollyberry family, I think Holly herself looks good, and the other two look alright. Princess probably needs more tweaking. I wanted to give them a running trait of not just dot eyes, but leaves in their hair. I’m thinking that every Hollyberrian has leaves in their hair, since they’re berries. I am struggling with Royal Berry and Princess’, since the best place to it their leaves is where they have something else, aka their crown and heart pins

To be honest I want to make it so that Princess is half berry half candy, so that maybe she could not have to have the leaves, but I like Jungleberry and don’t want to get rid of her or turn her into a candy, so oh well

I drew Red Velvet because I was struggling with White Lily and Pure Vanilla. I gave him a triangle head because someone somewhere on my first page said something about Golden Cheese having a triangle face because the Cakes, so why not give the half cake Cookie a triangle head as well?

Also with Red Velvet I definitely took liberties in redesigning him, like with the hair and horns, but I don’t think he looks necessarily bad? As least not by the end

I also drew him with Dark Choco because darkvelvet is a thing I know. Though to be honest, while I draw it, I’m not sure how much I like it. Like in theory I like it, it’s not bad, it’s just that I don’t think I get it. Like as far as I can tell they can only be doomed by the narrative because Dark Choco leaves, but maybe I’m interpreting Red Velvet’s character wrong. It’s been over a year since I watched his story. And also I’m not sure what draws people to the ship? Like darklico for example I can get for various reasons, but I don’t know about darkvelvet

Oh yeah, Licorice is here too. Forgot about that. Well I tried to make his head oval shaped because it’s sort supposed to look like a skull? Or a cartoony skull. Same with his eyes and mouth, they’re supposed to be somewhat skull-y. I didn’t draw his actual skulls though because I’m lazy and it’s a small drawing. I think he turned out pretty good though

I think maybe next page I should focus on more random characters outside of the Ancients. Maybe that’ll help the creative freedom

Anyways yeah, I think that’s it for now

[rheiple]

Tea Party in Hell

OneShot

▪︎SUMMARY↦ To think that the tasked that you've been handled would be the cause of meeting your one and only source of nightmare fuel.

▪︎WARNING/s↦ Cussing, Not proofread (I just made this like a min ago)

▪︎CHARACTER/s↦ Eclipse, Reader

▪︎WORD COUNT↦2252 [Minus the dots for the timeskips]

▪︎AUTHOR'S NOTE↦ I have not poster for 5 months☠ uhmm hi again, it's been so long since i have posted, I missed writing fanfics so much 😭 But! School is almost over and I can finally have a 2 months break to focus on my hobbies!! I hope you all take this apology gift for me being dead in 5 months 😭😭 (If I'm being honest idk if I should be embarrassed at the fact that this fic is way longer than all of my 4 essays combined 🕴)

You never really thought of how... unique the Daycare Attendant's room is.

Upon opening the secret door that led you to your robotic friend's room, you scanned everything inside. From the hanged up drawings of the little kids, to the disturbingly looking broken staff bots lying on the corner, it didn't help that with their damaged head it looks like they're all at you.

It really surprised you. That because of their obsession with keeping everything clean and perfect, you assumed that their room would be neat.

Well... everyone has problems you guessed, maybe they're too busy with their job to clean up their room. Poor them, overworking theirselves to shut down. Maybe in another time you'll offer to help them clean their room.

You went inside the tube to access the other side of the room. You see something big that's covered with a dusty blanket. You assumed that it's the arcade machine that the staff decided to keep in there... The confusion on how they got that thing in is giving you a headache, and what pains you more is that you have to get that out when you have fixed it.

You huffed at the thought, why do they need this arcade machine anyways? There are plenty of unused gaming machine at the lowest floor, and they're still working pretty well! What's with all the hype on this one?

Taking off the dirty blanket, you see that the arcade machine looks new... It's already powered on, does Sun and Moon play this game?

You examined it closely, searching for a coin in your pocket. You'll just play the game to see if it's working, if it does then you'll bring it outside and clean it up, easy as pie.

But out of the blue, The name of the game appears on the pixelated screen. It's jolly tune of amusic made you immediately jumped out of surprise.

"What the hell? Is this game haunted or what?" You narrowed your eyes suspiciously at the screen. Do they really think that you're a exorcist and not a staff? You really should thought of this through before signing up for this under paying shit of a job.

Hesitantly in doing so, you grabbed the joystick and pressed on a random button to start the game.

So far it went ok, the game is working well, the sky switches from day to night. Everything is going smoothly wait what the fuck did the game glitched did the sky turned red??

You blinked your eyes, but it turned normal as if it the wasn't even real.

Hell no, you stopped playing and turned around. You know you're going to get paid less, and that's fine because you'd rather live than experience some 3 a.m. scary story creepypasta kind of shit.

You flinched at the sudden ear rape sound that the arcade machine emits. Looking back you noticed that the machine is shaking. Black fingertips slowly emerged from the glitched screen.

You didn't have to think two seconds to try and dart through the tube to get out of that room.

And try as you might, but the moment took a step back the said black hands chased after you. They took a hold of your feet and arms, dragging you slowly, inside the haunted machine.

"Let me go! Assholes!" You twist and turn, kicked your legs and punched one of the hands and yet all of your efforts were in vain.

You're eyes darts around to look for anything that could stop them from pulling you inside, you took blocks and hit them with it. You hold on to the big blocks, or anything that that's heavy to not get pulled.

"No! no no nononono!"  You frantically kicked on the machine, lowered your whole body down all to not get close to the screen. You think it worked, for a minute.

Your face drained of color when you see two robotic pair of chance come out. They grabbed on to your waist.

"...Fuck."

You got pulled into the machine.

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You sharply gasped at the sudden jolt through your body. It's so loud, you can't focus. You're sweating real bad. You inspect everything around you.

Breathing heavily a few times, you calmed down a bit. And it helps to make you more aware of your surroundings. The loud sound suddenly going lower and slower.

You realized now that the sound you heard earlier was your own heartbeat.

To say that you're going mad is the right word. The place your in looks like an imitation of hell. Bloodshot red of the sky, those black clouds that are thinly outlined with a bright orange. You noticed that that you aren't laying down on a floor, but rather floating, yet not a cloud, just floating.

You look up at the sky and see-...

Your breath hitched upon making eye contact with the culprit who you think is the reason that you're in this hellhole.

"Is that... a god?"

It's face like the Sun you know, but the colors are very dark and, if you look hard enough you could see the inside of the mouth is glowing with a bright yellow.

The creature went down to you, you saw how it's body is just a big black of glob. It took all of your face muscles to not grimace at the sight of it, you didn't wanna die because of offending it in anyway.

The robotic glitched face tilt it's head looking at you.

You gulped at the staring, and decided to greet him quietly.

"...Hi"

You were grabbed by the wrist.

In one quick motion, it lead you up in the sky, abose the clouds when you look down you don't see anything other than the color of the sky.

You screamed and cried, you didn't do anything to deserve this! Sure you might've said something mean to someone but that wasn't intentional! That was the most you could have done at being bad!

You curled yourself into a ball, if you're going to die you hope they make it quick, you want all of this to end. You can just live peacefully in your second life, no more pain, no more scary robots, no more demonic eldritch being wanting to kill you.

You feel them stop and let them go of your hand. You wiped your eyes to clear your vision. You look around to see everything dark, you know you're in some kind of void, but there's alot of stuff hanging around above you.

You look at the monster in confusion. "W... What's all those?" 'Are you going to kill me with all those items?'

It didn't respond, opted to only look at you.

This suddenly irked you. All this silence is about to  you hysterical. What's his problem? Does he want to see you suffer? He's already done it, why can't he just kill you now?!

You noticed a shadow looming over you, looking up you see a... Kiddies table coming down between you.

The creature backed away to give the table some space.

Your gaze went back up at the stuff above you, to see two cups and a glass teapot filled with... tea? Or coffee? Either way you're not going to drink that.

It landed on the table, each cup is at the end, with the teapot at the middle.

You eyed the creature, it doing it's  head tilt again. "I'm not gonna drink that." You said whilst your crossing your arms.

The teapot floats up again and pours the content at your cup, doing the same at the other. The delicate object went back to it's position.

... Right, an indirect way of telling that you didn't have a choice to begin with. You clicked your tongue in annoyance. Glaring at the monster, asked why you're here.

A minute of silence, and then it finally replied back. "ₒₗd... fᵣᵢₑₙd.." The creature whispered.

"Uh, what??" You couldn't help you're harsh tone. Out of all the things it could've said, it said something so... Weird. As if all of this isn't.

"Old friend who?"

The monster points at you.

Wow. Ok, this is so confusing and stressful. You know that you haven't met it before, so it's highly likely that it must've mistaken you for someone else.

As if reading reading your thoughts- well, at this point it probably is, you're not surprised at anything what it does at this point. The creature called you with your own name.

"Y/ₙ.. ₒₗd f₋fᵣᵢₑₙ-d.."  

You cringed at the sound of it calling you by your name. You look down at your uniform to not see your nametag. It knows your name.

Shoulders are tense, you're back is straight. You kept your guard up incase of anything bad will happen. "Get straight to the point, what do you want from me?"

The monster, let's out a glitched and low sound of a motorboat. What the hell is it doing? Putting a curse on you? You should've brought something holy to smack that with it.

"ₘᵢₛₛₛₛₛ,, y₋ₒᵤ₋ᵤ.."

You're not deaf, you are sure that this mother fucker just hissed at you.

You backed away for a bit, and raised up your hands when it tried to inch closer. 

"Oi! Back the fuck up!" You semi- yelled at the Eldritch as a warning... When you think about it, what is there to warn it about? It could've killed you if it wanted to. Compared to it, you're just a human being with no powers what so ever.

But to your surprise and relief, the creature backed away. Although you think it's because it's of the darkness, you shrugged off the thought of the creature lowering it's head because it was sad of what you did.

Good, he deserved it for scaring you and taking you away.

Now that everything is calmed down, you repeated your question once again.

"...ₕₑₗₚ₋ₚ ₘ₋ₑₑ.."

"Help you? With what?"

"Fᵢₙd...ₘₑ₋ₑ"

You scratched the back of your head. "I don't understand, all of this doesn't! You're already here so why do I have to find you?!"

You head starts throbbing, your vision is getting blurry each second. What? That's impossible, you didn't even drank the fucking tea!

"..ᵢₙₛᵢdₑ."

You collapsed.

.

.

.

You're being moved. Left and right. Someone familiar is calling your name.

"Y/n..."

Each time you don't answer they're call, they shake you harder.

"...Y/n."

You feel like throwing up from all the things you've went through today. It all felt like a bad dream.

But was it really a dream? You've felt it touch you, it was so real.

"...Y/n?"

And it asked you for help to find it. What does that mean? Find it, inside? Does it mean the arcade? Should you check inside the arcade?

"Y/n!.."

You jolted upwards to sit. You look around, only to see Moon with a worried face.

"Y/n... What are you doing here?"

Loss of words, you shakily pointed at your phone. He seemed to get the memo, as he went for it, he turned it on and went into your emails.

Hi Y/n,

Jamil, your coworker, is here. You were asked by the Fazbear manager to repair the arcade game in the daycare attendant's room. He claimed that kids have a lot of requests for an arcade game that is centered on them. I'm confident you'll be able to locate the movie pirate poster at the theater where their room is located.

You can take your time, but with Fazco, they would like to have the required completion by tomorrow morning. We deeply appreciate on what you do for us, and please be careful.

Regards,

Jamil Mariano

The moon themed animatronic sighed. He went to you and gently picked you up. "I'll take you down stairs.. You need to rest Starlight."

You fidgeted with your fingers. "But what about that?...The Fazco, and the arcade?"

"That's why I'm taking you away from it, Star. You've been through enough, you deserve to sleep well."

You leaned on his chest. You could worry about the machine later, right now you trust Moon to have your back... Just, a little nap wouldn't hurt..

The night themed robot emits a lullaby, a great distraction for you to not hear him talk with his other half, that's been talking inside their shared minds.

'Moon?...Do you think they saw him?'

He lets out a tired sigh. "They probably have.."

The Sun began to ramble question after question to fill their minds with. What should they do? Do they need help?- Oh, of course they do! But how do we help them?? Can't we just destroy the arcade machine?! No wait, what if it went to another arcade machine, or worse, what if went through their phone?! Who knows what he have done to our Starshine-

The moon softy hissed at his counter part. it annoyed him to hear him worry like this, yet he understands. He too is worried for their friend's safety, that's why they need to deeply think this through before they might do something rash.

"Let's... Not worry for now, they're safe here.. And we should focus on the present, to be aware of our surroundings... to protect them.."

The rambling died down, and Sun agreed... However, they couldn't really push back down their thoughts, they need to act quicker than him. If they dont want to loose the only friend they have.

[xjackjackx]

Alan Becker Analysis: Hazard's Mysteries (Or Maybe I'm Overthinking???)

Ok so unlike this last post about Victim and Glasses Guy / "Agent", this isn't really me bringing anything solid onto the table (well besides one or two things). This is just me overanalysing random shit that frankly is likely irrelevant.

Anyways this post is about Bathroom Sign Guy aka Hazard aka Warning aka Sign, the gray pictogram mercenary from Animator vs. Animation VI, and why he might have a deeper role (prob doesn't).

Part 1 - The Overthinking of Minor Details

Ok this is the part where I'm 100% convinced I'm just talking stupid shit due to rewatching the episodes too many times, but eh.

Let's start off with something... relatively normal actually, which I saw pointed out by others. When Chosen attacks the mers with lightning, Hazard has this shit happen to him:

This is... frankly weird and idk what it means. When Wanted first came out, this and his movement made me think Hazard was a robot, but since then I started believing he's just a normal stick figure like the others. Besides, this whole series is on a computer so everyone besides the Animator is an AI lol.

So if he's not a robot, perhaps Hazard is connected to technology, and thus taking away the ship's energy took away his? That's the only other thing I can think of.

The second one was actually told to me by a friend, and tbh even in this whole post this might be the biggest stretch, but I still think this is worth bringing up. When Orange and Chosen return to the Outernet, Hazard is seen looking... somewhere.

(btw agent looks so stupid here lmfao)

The most likely answer is that he is simply looking around, like Agent and Primal - the cave drawing - are seen doing like immediately afterwards. But my friend did point out that it could easily look like Hazard is looking up - in which case, he could've possibly noticed Chosen and Orange, and then chose to not tell the other mercenaries until Agent notices them and thus forces Haz to intervene. Likely just huge overthinking of a one-off scene, but still.

The last one from Wanted is this shot of the Mercenaries in the elevator.

In this scene, Hazard briefly looks at Ballista - the pixel gremlin - and then proceeds to look away when the little guy stares back at him. Is it most likely them just finding the awkward elevator silence uncomfortable? Probably yea, but it could also be a sign of Hazard and Ballista having a rocky relationship - we see Ballista is pretty aggressive, so maybe Hazard is nervous around such a batshit crazy dude?

In "The Box", the first Hazard scene worth talking about is the first of his reactions to Victim's torture of Chosen.

We know he is a mercenary and a villain, so it should be expected that he's a cruel bastard, but still, falling asleep while watching torture is just another level. What kind of shit did Hazard see, or do himself, that he finds Victim's actions purely boring?

...and yet, just a few moments more later, Hazard has an actual reaction to Victim pulling out a lasso.

Now, the three dots - and thus, Hazard's silence of a reaction - could mean anything. Maybe he's still bored, just awake now. Maybe he's curious to see what will happen. Maybe he has actual standards. But it's still interesting to see that Victim's lasso got a reaction out of Hazard (meanwhile Ballista just crosses his arms, prob in curiosity or impatience, while Primal stays completely still - I'll get to their personalities later).

Similarly, Victim ordering Agent to clone him also gets a small reaction out of Hazard, his head jumping a little (I don't know how else to call it).

This time, it's definitely just shock/curiosity/surprise that Vic is doing something new, and/or that the Box lets you clone people, but still worth pointing out.

A long time later, we finally get something worthy of note from Hazard, that I actually find interesting. While the other mercs are too busy looking through Chosen's memories, Hazard notices Orange returning.

I feel like this was actually an intentional choice. Like, why make all the mercs focused on Chosen's memories, excluding only one of them - and it's not even the most important mercenary that's the big bad's right hand? Also, why is Hazard so far away from the other mercenaries? While I consider this whole section of the post just major overthinking, this one moment specifically is actually pretty sus to me.

Now, to close off this section, there is Haz's reaction to Super Orange.

Mainly, how he and Victim are the only ones who are inarguably scared/panicking. Primal just leans in like "de fuk", Ballista flinches once and then watches in silence, while Agent double checks on both the small and large monitor. Primal and Agent are confused, Ballista is shocked(? idk how to call it), but Hazard and Vic are the only ones with a true "OH SHIT" reaction. What this means? Idk, again this whole section is just overthinking things.

Thankfully we can leave the part where I talk meaningless shit and get into the parts that hopefully actually have a point.

Part 2 - Hazard and His (Lack of) Personality

Another part I noticed since Wanted first dropped (part of the reason why I first thought Haz was a robot) was that, compared to the other mercs, he has so little personality... which might be intentional.

I mean, Agent. He also doesn't showcase a lot of himself, but we still see that he's cool, calm, loyal to Victim, kind of a taunting asshole who plays with his victims instead of instantly getting serious, and despite it all, not unbreakable - He panicked when Chosen attacked him with the iceberg, and he was caught off-guard by Super Orange like everyone else.

Ballista probably has the most personality out of everyone. His body language shows emotion pretty much all the time: most specifically, anger. Whether it's his fighting style, his pose, or walk cycle, Ballista is pissed off 24/7. It's implied it even makes his co-workers nervous. At the same time, the grin he flashes when jumping off the ship in Wanted shows he enjoys his job.

Primal is second only to Hazard in lack of personality, but there's definitely still something there. Mainly, is that he's a very fight-focused person that is basically an empty shell outside it. He's so ready to fuck up a rhino in Wanted, and sharpens his spear for another hunt while bored, but outside of fighting Orange?... he's pretty dull. Only a bit more emotional than Hazard. He seems like a Kraven-type character who just wants to hunt the biggest prey possible, while having zero life outside it. Also he has a Hulk-style form which reduces him to an animal sapience-wise.

Hazard, though? He uhh... he wants to get Chosen, is very focused on completing the job, and that's kinda it. He's such a blank it feels intentional. Perhaps he has his own goals and is hiding them?

Part 3 - He's Either Holding Back or He's Fucking Useless

Yea not gonna sugarcoat this. There has to be some sort of big reveal of Hazard's true power in later episodes, or this dude's so weak it's laughable to think he's supposed to be a threat.

I mean, Agent has a toolbar that makes him a Mini-Animator, and he can pause anything and anyone. Ballista can shapeshift his body and pull weapons out of his ass. Primal has a stronger form that can pick up a rhino without difficulty, and he probably has more.

Hazard?

He, uh... is good at dodging. He also has this one Shock Sign that killed a bird. Yeah.

Ngl if this is all Hazard has then it's impossible for me to see him as a threat on par with the other mercs, or even Victim. Hell, I wouldn't even be able to see him as above the Stick Gang in strength, with how slow Orange was in that scene compared to his fights in the AvM Shorts.

So yeah, on top of possibly hiding his true personality/hidden motives, Hazard was most likely holding back heavily in Wanted, which only makes him more mysterious.

Part 4 - The End

So, this is kinda it. Was Part 1 all overthinking, or did I get a few things right? Is Hazard actually hiding something, or does he only show little personality because none of his scenes let him show off anything? Is he holding back his true strength, or is he actually weak?

Frankly idk, but I am excited to see where things go with this guy, as he has tons of potential.

[kosije]

Can I request a Hirugami Sachiro fluff wherein the reader accidentally/unintentionally confesses her feelings >^<

I rlly love your writing!! I dont see much hirugami posts so id rlly appreciate it if you wrote this!

a/n: so so so sorry for my absence ^^; thank you for your support and im happy you enjoy my writing! Lightly edited, feel free to lmk any mistakes :)

Spring just might be your favorite season. The cool wind, flower blossoms, and calm days at the park with your best friend, Sachirou, and his pup make it hard for other seasons to compete.

“I’m gonna take her for another lap around, wanna come?” he asks, beckoning the playful Maltese puppy, who’s the same shade as his hair with two taps on his thighs. The only word you can think of to describe him is perfect. The bright blue cloudless sky and green flower-dotted grass seem like they’re only as radiant as the man standing in them in front of you. His smile is dazzling and his white tee tight and khakis show off his physique.

You say you're still short of breath, hoping he couldn’t tell that you were gawking at him.

he nods, turning his focus to the Maltese and grabbing her leash.

Only once he’s out of sight do you smoothen out your floral dress and take a swig of the ice-cold lemonade he had packed in the basket holding the rest of your snacks. It’s one thing to find your best friend attractive. It was a fact that he was gorgeous. Whether it was you two walking through the halls, attending his volleyball games, or going to the park for a picnic, Sachirou always seemed to draw the attention of everyone around him. And just a light brush to his curly hair would have any girl falling for him. But in love?

You can tell you’re pushing it. Even if your diary has his name written on every page with hearts around it, you know he’s not yours. You’re his friend, and friends are only meant to be friendly.

So how come when you see the two run back a few minutes later, your heart skips a beat and you let yourself pretend the two- or three of you are on a date? After hours pass of talking, running, drawing, singing, dancing, and eating, you both decide to wine down at his apartment.

“I just feel that she’d be much better with the side character. I mean, they have way more chemistry.” You say in between snacking on a random bag of chips you grabbed from the basket.

“You’re better than me. If she ends up with the bad boy as a cliche, I might shit myself,” He says, laughing when you scrunch your nose to him and let out an airy laugh. You think you see his cheeks go pink, but before you can ask about it, his dog jumps between you two.

“Hey! Down girl!” He says leaning back to avoid being hit by her tail while you hide your chip bag and move to cuddle her, giggling over how Sachirou shouldn’t be so mean to her.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d believe she’ll to steal you away from me. Am I not cute enough?” He coos with a fake pout. Even if he is teasing, you can still feel your heartbeat spike.

“How could anything be cuter than you, Sachi?” You say subconsciously, still playing with his dog. It’s only after a couple beats of silence that you realize that was definitely not said in your head, and you feel a wave of embarrassment.

“I don’t know why I said that...” You mumble, not daring to look up and see his reaction. No matter how many excuses you tried to think of, none of them negated how obviously unfriendly you meant that.

“Listen I’m so-“

“Do you mean that?” His voice is soft, and against all of your reservations, your head turns up to face him. His lips are slightly parted, and his cheeks are flush.

You can’t find it in yourself to lie to him when he looks at you like that. So against the butterflies threatening to escape along with the chips, you breathlessly say yes.

His dog jumps from your lap, running off to somewhere you can’t bring yourself to focus on because his body is getting impossibly too yours. To the point where your fingertips are ghosting each other.

“How do you feel about me, really?” He asks his face now close enough that you can feel the shakey breath he lets out after the question. His eyes are steady on yours, but only for a beat does it flicker to your lips and you try your best to swallow the lump down your throat.

“I......What I feel for you is stronger than friendship. It has been stronger than that for a while now,” you confess, leaning into him with a rush of courage. “Is that... okay?”

“Is that okay?!” He squeaks, his voice cracking before tackling you down on his couch in a hug that almost knocks the wind out of you.

“Can’t... breathe,” you gasp, making him spring up and apologize profusely.

“A simple ‘yes’ would’ve been good,” you say, not being able to hide the elated grin pulling at your lips.

“It’s more than ‘okay’, stupid. Oh my gosh, do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this? Being in love with your best friend is a bigger cliche than that movie we were watching.”

If the hug didn’t make your heart skip a beat, his confessing he’s felt the same way as you make your heart feel like it’ll stop right here.

“Tell me about it.” You say, watching his breath hitch before moving his hand to your cheek, pulling you closer to him by his feather-light touch moving to your chin.

Wordlessly, his lips catch yours, and you feel your head spin. His kiss is soft and intoxicating, but so passionate you’re left gripping on his shirt. You both pull back for hair, and his eyes glint like he’s looking at the stars.

“I love you.” The words are easy and flow effortlessly from your lips like they’ve been said countless times before.

“I love you too.” He says, with that same smile that’s always lit everything around him up.

Softly, he pulls you into his chest, reviling in the realization that all of his feelings have led up to (what was) his wildest dreams coming true.

And when you hear his heart hammering against his chest as he presses his lips softly on your forehead, only then is it obvious that there is no better season than spring.

[vanana-r0tat3]

some pre-game batim headcanons :>

Henry: - all he does is eat hot chip be bisexual and lie /j - has a preference for women so i think him realizing hes not straight is like hey wait a minute hey wait wait - joey was his gay awakening,,, real -gets burnout super easy, it probably frustrates him a lot when he cant draw - drawing is a big comfort for him - has pretty bad social anxiety, but has become pretty good at dealing with it!

Joey: - gay. this man is not into women at all sorry 💀 "i just dont have time for girls" yeah sure fruitcake - watch me project once again and give this man bpd. like im sorry his whole thing with henry?? im not even explaining it but if you get it you get it yea - also definitely has adhd - wheelchair user !! he is able to walk, but he still needs the wheelchair when flare ups get real bad. he is stubborn though and refuses to use it at work or when hes out of the house

more under the cut !!

Wally: - he has adhd, obviously - transgender !! i feel like hes a gnc binary trans man - hes straight to me, but his gf/wife is also trans >:D t4t win - i feel like he likes to gossip. the thought of him, norman, shawn, maybe even jack whispering to eachother in a corner about some random secrets theyve overheard is super funny to me

Sammy: - AUTISM... hes autistic - gets overwhelmed and overstimulated super easily, hence why hes always so irritable - yknow what im giving him bipolar. hes my comfort character and i get to project my mental illness !! - hes gay and demiromantic - honestly? transfem i see it. bc like im thinking about how he talks about susies singing like. i know what you are - bad with boundaries.. he is so bad at them and reading social cues - hates being touched, probably is only comfortable with jack for the most part - watch him crush on like half the men mentioned in this post at least once

Norman: - hes also autistic. his sense of humor is so??? 😭 - HES ALSO DEFINITELY AN OLDER GAY GUY. he just has that energy yknow like if you agree - probably would be agender too - him and sammy are that incompatible type of autism havers does this make sense?? like some autistic people i just cant stand because of my autism, our places on the spectrum make it so hard to like them yk? thats norman and sammy - this man definitely has insomnia

Susie: - lesbian. she doesnt know it yet but she is - her calling sammy handsome isnt her being attracted to him its just gender envy 😁 - shes just a feminine transmasc 👍 - rejection sensitive dysphoria out the ASS my poor girl - very insecure deep down, so she overcompensates for it by trying to be a people pleaser n stuff

Allison: - shes bisexual !! has a strong preference for women - shes a trans woman idc idc i love her - AUTISTIC AS HELL - i imagine she had a sibling like relationship with joey - probably one of the few people that could tell him off without like. getting fired lol

Buddy: - adhd and autism,, special intrest in art/drawing - AROACE. the stuff he says about his friendship with dot?? "i didnt know we could just be friends" and him not being too into his first assumption when she pulls him away to show him the bendyland model?? yea - honestly i think he has social anxiety hes doing his best - hes very sensitive over people bringing up him being jewish, he seems so ready to be made fun of or scorned for it :( - definitely some cultural detachment because of it (im projecting again) - i think dot would wanna learn about about it, buddy should teach her stuff!! like traditions and whatnot

Tom: - asexual 👍 - TRANSGENDER. probably would be nonbinary, heavily masc leaning though - he smokes a lot have you heard this man good lord. i dont think allison is a fan of it - anger issues,, mostly caused by stress and a lack of sleep, hes trying his best :( - he has arthritis. hes not old but god do his joints fee like it. he has crutches !! like joey though he only really uses em at home 💀

Jack: - wheelchair user jack my BELOVED idk where the hc came from but im all for it - he cant walk, but is able to get around just fine! watch him try and do wheelies to impress sammy only to almost fall over - 100% autistic as well. him and sammy are able to be autism together - unlabeled aromantic - hes such a loser /loving

Grant: - poor guy gets chronic headaches someone give him some painkillers - hes got generalized anxiety disorder this man cannot get a break - demisexual and demiromantic,, mans is double demi

Shawn: - adhdtism 😭 - LOVES to talk, he could go on for hours dude - i feel like he knows a lot of ridiculously obscure knowledge. for why? dont worry about it - he gives me genderfluid vibes - literally just some guy

[ancientschampionau]

RealAgeAu Drabble - Backstory

And the next drabble I wanted to work on! @spotaus Get in here :3

The gang discussing what their backstory is going to be :3

I am sure everyone is chill about it!

First Drabble Prev Drabble Next Drabble

No Editing or Beta'ing either. We go STRAIGHT into the fun! :D and we are back with silly Killer for the POV :3

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"Okay guys! you are probably wondering why I gather you all here today!" Killer grins widely at them as he stands before the group.

Cross raises his brow at him "You didn't gather us. we were already sitting here and you just closed the door-" Killer quickly puts a hand over Cross's mouth and Cross glares at him.

Killer grins as he speaks again "As I said. I gathered you here today for a reason!" Killer has got this!

Dust looks at him bored as Horror tilts his skull at him. Nightmare sits between them on the couch with his book open.

Killer grins "We need to discuss what we will tell everyone!"

Cross finally manages to free himself from Killer's hand and shoots him a look "What are you talking about? I thought we are hiding."

Killer rolls his eye lights "Not the multiverse obviously. but this universe!" he throws out his hands and Cross yelps as he barely dodges it.

Horror frowns but gives a nod "true. If we stay for longer people will ask questions."

Killer nods "indeed! And I spend the last three days, so since we stepped foot in this universe! Thinking about a backstory. And with Crop confirming he has gotten into contact witha doctor for Nightmare. It is time we set up our backstory and lore!" Killer would have prefered to have a board to cover with drawings to better show his plan but this will have to do.

Dust tilts his skull "so we are staying then?" Dust grins a bit "also don't hurt yourself with thinking so much."

Killer just grins back at dust at his joke as he can see both Cross and horror look hopeful. Killer grins as he nods "If this works out! We already have a good standing here thanks to Horror and his friendship with Crop!" which is Killer not at all jealous about. shut up. the fact that Horror decided to go back to them even when he was friends with crop proves he likes them better!

Killer forces himself to focus back on the now "Anyway! We can't say we just came from another universe because that isn't a thing here so we need a better backstory!"

Dust tilts his skull but nods "seems fair."

Killer grins and decides to go for the easiest part first "Obviously! most important. Where did Nightmare came from." and he shoots Dust and Cross a very pointed look.

Cross blushes bright purple as he connects the dots and he holds up his hands "We can't say we... we... together!" and he tries to hide in his hood.

Killer snorts "Obviously not you both. One of you need to claim the bio parent role though."

Dust has a suspicious look on his face "Why just one?"

Killer gives asmile as he just looks away. aparently he can't start the easy part first.

Dust glares "Killer."

Killer sighs "Look! We need to explain Ngihtmare's past trauma. Which means someone did something to cause said trauma." he waits but everyone nods in agreement. Killer continues "We can't just say we stole a random child. people will try to get him to go into like whatever child system they have here." another round of nods "so. easiest way. one of us got him. But with someone else and that someone did the trauma!"

Cross connects the dots first "You want to use an abusive ex storyline?"

Killer nods as he grins "yes!"

Dust crosses his arms "No one is going to believe one of us would stand by the abuse and let it happen or let it happen to us."

Killer just keeps grinning at Dust and waiting. time for the ahrdest part.

Dust blinks before glaring "No."

Killer whines and straight away goes on his knees as he looks up begging at Dust "come on Dusty! You are the like only pick for this! Neither Horror or I can play the bio parent part as we have too strong characteristics that would be suspicious to not see in Nighty!" Killer with his dark sockets, his goop, red soul and obvious red magic. That is too many strong indentifiers to ALL miss wiht Nightmare. Horror himself is large and tall and has red magic himself. Nightmare is tiny and purple so it won't fit for either of them.

Dust does not look convinced so Killer continues still on his knees before Dust "pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaase Dusty! You and Crossy are the only ones that fit with the looks!"

Dust glares down at Killer as he crosses his arms. Killer grins "I mean it! Crossy has purple magic and you too! That fits wiht Nightmare's even if the shade is a bit off but people are less likely to ask questions or comment about how the other's parents genes were clearly stronger."

Cross looks thoughtful "True... "

Dust sighs "Fine I can admit that works but that still leaves the issue that clearly neither of us would stand back or let the abuse happen." he blinks at him and looks to the side as a tiny tiny bit of purple starts to dusts, heh, his cheeks "and get off you knees you weirdo."

Killer shakes his skull because now comes the hardest part. "about that..."

Cross also clearly knows and same for Horror as both of them have a look of understanding and neither look at Dust. Dust glares "What?"

Killer keeps grinning "Out of all of us? You are the least obvious with your LV..."

Dust blinks before glaring more "absolutely not!" his rage is obvious and Killer can feel Dust's magic crackling and growing more staticy. Dust glares "I am fine with being seen as his bio parent. That is fine that changes nothing at this point. But I am not acting as if i am defenceless."

Killer just keeps sitting on his knees before dusty "please dusty! You are the only one that fits the image they would have for this!"

Dust glares at him "One check Killer. One check and this whole fucking plan falls apart!" Dusty glances at nightmare "don't repeat that."

Nightmare, who had been watching this whole situation with bemusement. Shoots Dust a glare which Dust looks unbothered by as Dust himself glare at Killer. See?! Even the same expressions!

Killer just keeps trying to use his most charming smile as he begs Dusty on his knees "please!! They won't check you!" he shoots Horror a look "right?!"

Horror looks unhappy about being involved and a whole lot more nervous when Dust sends his glare in his direction "true... Only monsters can check in this universe. And they never even did it with me. It is seen as slapping someone to start a fight. Made a lot of people very nervous when i would not stop checking people on first instinct."

Killer grins at Dust "See? Perfectly fine!"

Dust rubs his face but Killer just smiles wider. He is getting through to him!

Dust groans as he leans back "This is such a stupid plan."

Cross clears his throat as he speaks "I... I euh... think Killer is right on this."

Killer and Dust both turn to him and speak in unison "What?!" though Killer can admit that he himself sounds a lot happier and Dust a lot angrier.

Cross looks nervous "It is just... Even when i met you guys first? I gravitated towards Dust because well... he seemed the least threatening at the time? Because... well.. you know... you normally look calm and collected and just bored... you are still shorter as your LV didn't affect you physically and only affected your magic and stats. Meaning... well... if people don't know about your LV?" he waves at Dust.

Dust slowly but surely gets a slightly horrified look on his face "No...." he glares a tKiller "no."

Killer go straight back to begging and smiles at Dust "please?"

Dust groans as he covers his face and leans fully agaisnt the couch. Nightmare gently pats his shoulder. Dust glances at Nightmare and keeps staring at him for a long time. Ngihtamre just tilts his skull at him.

Dust sighs and then lets out antoher sigh but this one a lot longer and louder "and... what exactly... did you have in mind?"

Killer grins widely as he climbs on top of the couch next to Dust, thank the fucking stars his knees were starting to hurt, and launches into the plan.

"The plan I had in mind is easy. We all went to the same school in some other country. We will keep this vague on purpose because we 'don't want to be found.' by who? Not important as they aren't real and we in the lore aren't risking it. One day, lets say..." he glances at Dust. Dust still looks young just exhausted and unhealthy "lets say we were 16 ish. maybe 17ish." that would make Dust now like 22 or 23ish. Seeing as they all were stuck in timeloops and universe hopping makes ages weird as for the fact as skeletons it is hard to guess by looks. It doesn't really matter in the long run. They will get a random age on their new papers and roll with that.

Dust raises a brow but keeps listening. Killer continues "So. lets say you were 17ish and suddenly. boom. no longer going to school and no contact with us, your three besties. the bestest besties to have ever bestied!" Cross rolls his eye lights but Horror and Nightmare both snort. Killer grins "So we finish school. la-di-da. when. say... about a year after you diappeared you just showed up again. Said you had a relationship. got a babybones. but the asshole run off wiht said babybones!" he grins as he has everyones attention.

"We work together and start looking but the guy, or gal, who has the tiny baby is high in power. political wise, only local though as bigger would have been noticed. and dusty and the baby had been completely kept out of the spotlight so no one was aware, whcih is also why no one every said anything about dust just being gone or being kept quiet bla blah let them make assumptions on what happened in this time. It took us a lot of time to figure out where nighty was kept. and we just. stole him back! then we ran and we went to crop because one, other country, two, Horror trusted him and we trusted horror!" and he throws his arms out.

Cross frowns "won't people demand to know more? To bring whoever did that to dust and nightmare to justice." dust sputters about them not having settled on this yet but Cross just gives him a smile before focussing back on Killer.

Killer shakes his skull "Not if we play our parts right. we don't want to risk it ever again. No one is looking for nightmare because our 'enemy' had kept him hidden and unknown to make sure no one asked questions about his health or what they did to him. Which now makes it impossible for them to look for him because he technically doens't exist because of that. Whcih works because none of us technically exist."

horror gives a slow nod "We gave up everything to help our friend and his babybones. and are trying to start completely anew." Dust sputters again.

Killer grins "that is the plan!"

Dust covers his face as he leans back "This is so stupid. how many dramas did you watch to GET this idea?!"

Killer hums proudly "haven't seen a single one since we left the castle!" he glances around and sees that cross and horror are both sold on his idea as well. It is a bit complex but they can stay general and vague as they don't have to use names or places because they are trying to stay hidden. all that leaves is the most important part of the plan. He looks begging at Dust and gives his best begging face "please?"

Dust looks to the side "ask cross! His magic and looks also work!"

Horror shakes his skull "Cross obviously works out and is and looks taller and stronger than both you and Killer, not to forget healthier than you. Won't fit the mental image they will have of someone who could be used, abused and abandoned."

Dust looks very, very, offended after that sentance and Horror is very quick to realise this and apologise.

Killer pouts at Dust "please dust. The alternatives would have to eitehr explain why you would claim a random babybones not your own and how you even found out about him. Which would cause a lot of questions. and if we don't go this route but keep you as bioparent it would raise questions on how the hell you as a badass would EVER allow anyone to take your babybones without raising bloody hell. which would ahve to include a friend of some kinda betraying you and then how could you trust us near or a friend of a friend you know?"

Killer knows he is just saying a lot of words at the moment and Dust looks deeply unhappy about the whole situation.

Dust covers his face but glances at Ngihtmare again before groaning louder "Fine!! Fine fine fine!" he glares at him "we will do you stupid stupid plan and stupid story but I swear you own me BIIIIIIG time."

Killer grins and hugs dusty "you are the best dusty! Thank you!! You will see this is fine! just in the beginning people will act weird but once we are settled and a bit of time passed and things are chill it will all work out!" Killer nuzzles close to Dust "It even explains that you would know more personally about Nightmare's situation and can help him when answering hard questions because you would have been in the same hell as he was for a little while!" Dust just grumbles with crossed arms, which are now holding Nightmare close. Clearly the real motivation to even accept this situation.

Killer will have to gravel a LOT to make it up to Dust for this but that is okay! This just gives them options and the backstory to make other options and paths work! Dust will probably eventually forgive him and otherwise Killer can beg a bit more. it clearly worked once already!

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and that is the backstory they settling on!

In short: Dust is a late teen parent. had a relationship with someone, much older much more adult with political power. That someone hurt and isolated him. Dust got the babybones wiht them. This person, stole nighty, and left Dust somewhere in anouther country alone with nothing to his name. Dust, the vengeful and resistent guy he is. Makes his way ALL the way back home to his old hometown, still nothing to his name not even a high school degree, gets into contact with his old friends. With said friends they get all the resources they have and start searching for the asshole and get Dust his babybones back. It took them a while to get him back, six years, but they managed to find where the asshole had hidden Nightmare. Stole Nightmare. and made a run for it to get all the way to Crop.

That is the backstory/lore they settled on! :D Dust is unhappy about his roll in it even if it gives him priveledges with deciding stuff for Nightmare. it is a double edged sword.

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One Night in Cordonia Chapter 5: Bad Moon Rising

Series: One Night in Cordonia, a @choicesprompts Round Robin event.

Fandom: TRR so far, but others could be added in

Pairings: Various

Word count: 1,700

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Swearing, sexual thoughts, unwanted sexual advances, unwanted sexual scenes, smidge of violence

A/N: So... I got hit with a random idea... and I rolled with it 🤣 Apologies in advance! Also, as you will see, I have assumed that Leo is still the Crown Prince at this point - though that doesn't stop Riley from being one of the suitors still.

Next author: @twinkleallnight

The crown prince of Cordonia stood near the chocolate fountain nervously adjusting his tie.

The object of his affection was within his sight yet he was still hesitant to make his move.

He wasn't sure why he was so nervous, other than a crippling fear of rejection. Which seemed preposterous given his position in the social order.

But then, he had gone and fallen for someone who didn't care about any of that.

Leo exhaled ruefully.

He knew he should just bite the bullet and go over to where she was standing, laughing heartily at something someone had just said. Steer her away. Start some semblance of a conversation. Turn on his trademark Rys charm. Woo the literal knickers off her.

It had worked with all the women who had come before...

...but he wasn't sure it would work on her.

Because he'd never been in this situation before. Where he'd felt uncertain. Unsure of himself. Out of his depth...

...where he'd been attracted to an older woman.

Because that's who she was — a woman several years his senior. Who could very well have been his mother. Who was someone's mother.

A mother I'd like to fuck, he thought to himself, taking a long gulp of his scotch.

But he knew he was on the back foot. Not only because he'd never tried to seduce a sugar mama before — hence the reason for his attraction, which was the salacious draw of the forbidden, something he had yet to tick off his sex bucket list before his wedding night — but also because he knew that her attentions had already been claimed.

By Maxwell fucking Beaumont.

Leo scowled angrily.

Because honestly! What did that guy have that Leo didn't? Apart from the svelte physique of a dancer and way too many pokey objects stashed around his house?

Was it because he was younger? More innocent? (Leo wasn't actually sure whether Max had ever done the dirty with anyone... all the guy ever talked about was peacocks.) Or was it simply the fact that unlike Leo, Max was a nobody in the big scheme of things? Someone she didn't have to worry about causing a scandal with...? At least not as much of a scandal as she could've cause with a Crown Prince... Who was due to be engaged shortly... Most likely to her own daughter.

Because that's who Adelaide Amaranth was — his future mother-in-law. Assuming his father's machinations went to plan. Which they usually did...

Leo was so caught up in his musings that at first he didn't notice the questionable-looking smoke slithering its way through the various air vents that dotted the ballroom.

And even then, it wasn't the smoke he noticed, per se. After all, this was the Beaumont Bash. Literally anything that could happen, has happened. So, the sight of pink glitter infused smog that smelled like the aftermath of a Victoria's Secret perfume factory explosion wasn't exactly panic-worthy.

If anything, it helped set the mood for what he was going to do next. Which was quashing down whatever pansy-ass anxiety he was feeling and marching over to that sexy, curvaceous goddess of a woman and begging her to spank him.

Because hopefully that way, he could finally get those smutty thoughts out of his head and move on with his life.

Draining the rest of his scotch, he was about to take a step forward when a high pitched scream rent the air, and the entirety of the ballroom seemed to move as one.

Champagne flutes crashed to the floor, bodies barreled together, and the staccato of stampeding heels echoed through the room as mass panic erupted amongst the guest.

"What the—?"

He was nearly knocked over as the human tidalwave swept over him.

Knowing that resistance was futile, and that unless he did something, he was going to get crushed, he did the only concievable thing... and let himself be carried by the mass of humanity out of the House.

After a few quesy twists and turns through the various corridors, the crowd disgorged itself onto the front lawn of the estate, dumping Leo into the expertly manicured topiary that ringed the entrance steps.

"Well, that was... different," he mused, brushing the wayward leaves and twigs off his jacket.

He was about to step back over the hedge when he found his path blocked by a swaying figure.

"Mmm... Leo..." she purred, eyeing him up and down like a piece of meat. "Don't you look... fine this evening...?"

"Not now, Kiara," grumbled Leo, manouvering around her.

"But, baby..." she pouted, grabbing onto his arm to spin him back around. "Ne voulez-vous pas coucher avec moi...?"

"What? No!" he scoffed, trying to disentangle himself from the surprisingly strong grip she had on him.

"But I want to..." she declared, running her tongue up his neck.

Leo gasped as she grabbed his crown jewels through his tuxedo slacks, sinking her French-manicured nails against the delicate flesh.

"...and I'm not taking 'no' for an answer," she added, biting his earlobe... hard.

Leo gulped.

While he normally didn't mind a woman taking control when it came to bedroom activities, he was very much less enthusiastic about the idea when (i) those activities were apparently going to take place on the front steps of the House of one of his friends, in full view of all his future subjects, and (ii) he was not actually interested in the woman in question. Chiefly because he'd already been there, tapped that, got the scratches on his back to prove it. And he very rarely went back for seconds.

"Look, Ki," he gritted under his breath, laying a hand on her wrist to disengage the lock she had on his junk, "what we had was fun, but—"

"No buts," she admonished, smacking him on the ass, making him flinch. "Unless it's that sexy derrière of yours strutting—"

That's when Leo noticed that something was not quite right. For when he looked into Kiara's eyes, instead of her normally lush, almond-coloured irises, he saw what seemed to be a neon pink glow ringing her pupils... like something out of a bad supernatural TV show. Except he knew that this was no fantasy.

"Erm... Ki?" he asked hesitantly. "Are you... okay?"

If this was the start of the zombie apocalypse, he was definitely not ready to be eaten yet. Least of all by Kiara.

"Oh, I am perfect, mon amour," she hummed, tightening her grip on his marbles as she barred her teeth. "And I am about to be even—"

"No, you're not!" cried Leo, twisting around to smack the edge of his palm into Kiara's thorax, causing her to choke in surprise...

...and release the death-grip she'd had on his balls.

Taking advantage of the opening, he lifted a knee and aimed a Chuck Norris kick straight into Kiara's abdomen.

His sexual-assailant-cum-possible-zombie-in-waiting sailed into the hedge, disappearing from sight.

Dusting his hands off, Leo was about to resume his course when he noticed the literal orgy that was taking place around him.

Normally stuck-up nobles had shed their expensive threads and were doing it on the driveway like animals on the Discovery Channel, irrespective of sex, age, or social standing. Earls were shagging maids, duchesses were banging acrobats, and one person looked like they were trying to get it on with a horse.

"What the fuck...?" breathed Leo in disbelief, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Because it defied all reason...

...especially when he caught sight of Bert — his childhood friend, Bertrand Archibald Beaumont, who was as straight-laced as they came and who was going to be his best man — sucking down on Drake Walker's dick like a champion hooker. And he was enjoying it.

"Christ, I'm never gonna unsee that!" he cringed, trying to avert his eyes, but everywhere he looked, it was just one giant porno set.

Though at least he wasn't trapped on ground zero for an impending zombie apocalypse.

Sorry, Kiara!

But that didn't solve his immediate problem. Which was figuring out what the hell was going on, and why he hadn't turned into the same kind of mindless nympho that everyone else seemed to have devolved into.

Max. He needed to find Max.

If there was one person who was going to be able to give him answers, it was that dick-weed of a Beaumont. He was always the one pulling surprise stunts at the Bash — invariably to Bert's shock and horror — and chances were good that this weird smut smog had been his idea.

Stepping over writhing and moaning bodies, careful to not inadvertently get himself dragged into a three- or foursome with some crusty aristos that he'd never wanted to picture naked (let alone rogering someone up the arse), he re-entered the House and set about tracking down his host...

...and nearly tripped over his future wife screwing the bejesus out of Riley's press secretary on the grand staircase.

"Oookay, then...!" Leo exclaimed, trying to sidestep the raunchy spectable, only to nearly crash into Olivia as she came hurtling down the stairs.

"Whoa, steady on, Livy!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands onto her shoulders to steady her.

"Leo!" she exclaimed, eyes widening in surprise before shuttering provocatively as she bit down on her lower lip. "I mean... Le-oh!"

"Christ, not you too," groaned Leo as Olivia raked her blood-red nails down his chest.

"Wait," she gasped, shaking her head aggressively... as if trying to rejig her senses. "What did you just say?"

"Nothing. I just—"

"Max!" she cried, spinning around. "He's not affected either!"

Looking past Olivia, Leo spotted a perfectly normal-looking Max jogging down the steps — clothes fully on and no weird pink eyes in sight.

"Either?” he growled, shoving Liv out of the way and reaching out to grab the Beaumont by the front of his shirt. "What the fuck did you do, Max!”

"Me? Nothing! I was just—"

"Don't take the piss, Max," Leo warned. "There's about a hundred people back there going at it like the world is ending, including your brother, who's—"

"I don't want to know!" shrieked Maxwell, sticking his index fingers into his ears.

"Well, you should've thought of that before you released whatever the hell is causing everyone t—"

"It wasn't him," interjected Olivia.

"What?"

"It wasn't him," she repeated, running her hands seductively over her breasts before she apparently thought better of it. "This is an attack. Someone—"

"Tell me everything you know," Leo declared.

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[vaseoflilies]

Elysian Fields Chapter 1: New Fit

warnings: general injury an: this is cross posted on ao3. lemme know what you think!

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White.

It was such a pure color. One devoid of all pigment, all blemishes, but held the symbolism of purity and innocence. But among the world of colors, it was a true imposter.

After all, white is all that you see when you mix the wavelengths of light together. It was quite a sad color, you thought. All white was a combination of red, green, and blue light to create a pigment of nothingness. Essentially, that is what white is: nothing. Nothing but everything at once. A mixture of multiple things, never to have an identity of its own.

That’s what made your hospital gown so off-putting at first. 

You were not sure if you were drawing random philosophical conclusions about the color white because, in some ways, you were completely out of it and did not recognize where you were, but you felt a deep sense of fear in your chest.

It was off-putting, to say the least. Your eyelids began fluttering rapidly, your eyes darting around the room and ultimately landing on what you were wearing. Great, you thought; you weren’t dreaming. You were indeed wearing white. A rather thick hospital gown was tied around your body but was hitched up far enough on your right thigh for you to see the layers of bandaging tied around it. 

The cotton was a pure white, with no red in sight, which made you sigh in relief. Even in your daze, you knew well enough what it meant to be injured and the different stages of healing. If no red was seeping through the bandage and you weren’t in any pain, that was a good sign, right?

But does pain equate to itching? Or is that just general discomfort?

Plastic tubing was embedded into the crevice of your left arm until it met the IV stand, which supported several bags of clear and milky white liquid. You squinted your eyes, but the dim light and your blurry, dream-like state prevented you from seeing a single word on the plastic of the drugs coursing through your body.

“Hello?” Your scratchy voice croaked out, which immediately turned into a fit of coughing. “Somebody, help.”

There was another person in the hospital ward, amidst the sea of empty cots. But you quickly realized he was either unconscious or asleep and much worse off than you were. He was shirtless, with large bandages wrapped around his entire chest, and both of his arms were connected to the same machine that you were. Besides him, there was no one else.

You felt utterly alone, confused, and petrified.

Without realizing it, you zoned out, staring above at the orange flickering light that was so dim you wondered if it was a candle. Your hand rested above where the IV was placed, unconsciously scratching it until the tape was ripped off and a thick dot of blood grew where it had been placed. Yet, you felt nothing. 

You swung both your legs out of your cot and latched onto the IV pole for support before standing. Fuck, you thought. Your vision was so spotty when you stood up and you couldn’t stop shaking. What was this? Where were you? Why do you feel the need to run? Did you go unconscious and terrified and wake up this way?

Whatever the reason, you stepped forward, hobbling slightly as you latched onto the IV stand for support. You weren’t wearing socks, you realized. And with every step towards the shoji doors, the creaking of the hardwood floors made you feel even more disoriented.

A small mirror hung on one of the cream-colored walls. Looking at yourself made your heart race even more because of how odd you appeared. Through spotty vision, you noticed how impeccably clean you were. Your hair was brushed and neatly braided in the back and besides the drops of blood leaving your arm, you were spotless.

Looking back, the IV left small drops of liquid and blood on the floor as it tailed behind you as you walked. If you were not so out of it, you would be embarrassed by the mess you made in the few minutes you were awake, but you needed to get help. Now.

Shuffling into the hallway, you were met with a pristine stillness. The only sounds were your footsteps and the squeak of the IV stand's wheels. The lighting was so low, as in the hospital ward, that it appeared to be candlelight. Though, about thirty or so steps forward, you were met with a set of solid doors and the sounds of someone lecturing.

Safety in numbers, an unconscious voice kept calling out to you. 

Leave this place.

Run, it said, the volume increasing in the back of your mind. Be anywhere but here.

Pushing the door open, you were met with a sudden, steep staircase and hundreds of pairs of eyes. You must have been high on painkillers because you did not feel anything as you fell and skidded your injured leg against the stone steps. You were so messed up; you could almost laugh. Nothing hurt, and everything seemed like a dream, but your body still told you to get up and run.

The others around you appeared to be reacting, but you could not make out a single word they said. The other white-clad wearers' mouths appeared to be shrieking, but you could barely hear what they said. A woman in a blue kimono dashed towards you and grabbed your thigh with her hands, pressing down.

Looking down, the once cotton-white bandage was stained red. Shit. Your eyes widened in shock, and your breaths increased in speed as a crowd formed around you. Someone assisted in getting the IV stand upright, while another picked up the tubing from the ground and tucked it into the stand.

“I’m fine.” You slurred and slapped the hand of the woman wearing the silken blue kimono. “Get me out of here.”

Ignoring your words, a few white-clad people attempted to stand you up and press towels against your thigh, while the majority covered their mouths with their hands and sobbed. It was dinnertime, and you pieced things together. This was the cafeteria. Someone was lecturing before they ate and you fell right back into the wolf’s den.

It was just like you to panic and mess everything up.

[i-have-dots-in-my-brain]

ayup mates, its me (that one fucking guy that shows up in your fever dreams to offer you garlic bread then fucks off into the void) (i think you need to get a therapist btw)

Call me dots or dot (not correct but when saying something belongs to me you use "dot's". idk why don't ask me)

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dumbass who likes to draw ocs and shit. (posts like there is no tomorrow but also like i have all the time in the world) (oc x canon stuff also) (some fanart ig)

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will not draw smut or NSFW bcs i will start howling with racous laughter and melt. (i don;t even read smut in fic dude what do expect me to be able to draw im a cartoonish obviously anime style inspired semi-realism but not really shitty doodle artist you put your hopes too high if you think i can draw a dick without making it look like a piece of middle school desk graffiti)

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am currently inbetween fandoms, fandoms i am (kind of) active in are hetalia, scp, dnd, genshin, pjo, bg3, apothecary diaries, jrwi riptide and csm (list is prone to updating because fandom is my support system) (you wont see my art for most of them but the brainworms are there and sometimes i let them take over)

old fandoms or the fandoms i lurk in (i visit them often): eddsworld, demon slayer, pokemon, vocaloid and wof. (also prone to updates as i remember stuff)

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[eldritch-nightmare]

you seem like the type of person whos tried making a creepypasta before this isn't an insult or anything by the way thats just the vibe i get from you

thank you??

you would be correct. i did try writing a creepypasta, way back when i was 12 years old. i didn't. never finished her bc i utterly despised writing back then. it was like... the bane of my existence. my worst enemy.

this anon is now going to provide top-secret v lore bc memories flooded my brain when i saw it so!! pretend there's nostalgic piano music playing magically in the air as i clear my throat.

ahem.

if you knew me from 2014 to roughly 2017 or 2018 (which i certainly hope you do not) then you already know this but i used to rp in this fandom. heavily. on quotev dot com. i still do rp, though not for creepypasta anymore because i lost contact with the people i used to rp with. i do however like making random accounts on q bc i made a jeff the killer account and i also plan on making a bloody painter one and also perchance maybe a nina one bc i have no sense of self control.

so, fun fact, all the creepypasta roleplays i did is what honestly made me get into writing but anyways.

i typically just roleplayed as the creepypastas since that's what everyone else did, y'know? original characters and self-inserts were looked down upon at the time because people thought it was 'cringe' and because i desperately wanted to be cool and accepted, i never really. roleplayed as my ocs. not that i had any fleshed out enough to rp as but. we'll get to that in a moment.

so, the three creepypastas that i roleplayed as exclusively, never once rping as any other because my mind latched onto them and refused to fucking let go, was homicidal liu, and both jane the killers. but mostly jane arkensaw. i love arkensaw so much it makes me look like a fool, honestly, and the way that i write her today is still heavily influenced by how i used to write her when i would roleplay. i never wanted to stop roleplaying for creepypasta because they are so near and dear to my heart but a lot of stuff was going on at the time and my friends at the time had moved on from the fandom so i just... stopped.

now, on the topic of ocs. i never had a fully fleshed out creepypasta oc. i always found it difficult to make one?? because it felt like there were a bunch of guidelines on how to properly make an oc so the oc wasn't 'cringe' or whatever and i found the whole thing to be tedious and annoying so i just never properly made an oc. i would come up with concepts, and would even draw some out every now and then but i threw all those drawings out.

i was, and still am, however, a big fucking fan of self-inserts. i only ever rped as a self-insert with one person bc they were the only person i knew that was chill with it and self-shipping and fucking hell it was the best rp i have ever done in my entire writing career nothing has ever compared to it man. the way we did it was we would control our two characters, our self-inserts, and then i would control the character they wanted to be shipped with and they would control the character i wanted to be shipped with. you... you can guess who that was i don't have to tell you, you already know. and we would make our self-inserts friends and have them interact and then they would meet the two creepypastas they were gonna get shipped with and it would slowly branch off so they'd have their own things going on so it was like two separate stories that still connected, and we would discuss what to do next in the rp in a separate message and.

god. it was one of the best moments of my life, excitedly sitting there and continuously checking my notifs, waiting to see a notification telling me they replied to our rp. i miss it, truly. both roleplaying with a friend and roleplaying as a self-insert. i never understood why self-shipping was frowned upon back then, because it was probably the most fun and cathartic thing i've ever done tbh.

thankfully, i've grown and no longer feel the need to please people so i happily and proudly ship myself with characters <3

anyways this got way off track to the anon uh, sorry. but!! special v lore!! yippee!! the more you know, i guess.