#lost ones stories

[pruinaelibrary]

Halloween Special

*Logs onto tumblr*

So... um... I have a perfectly good reason why I was gone...

*Throws fic*

HERE! CATCH

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“This is so stupid.”

A girl in a white uwu mask laughed as she looked over at the girl in the fox hoodie. “Grow up, Kit. There’s no such thing as demons.”

“Falsehood. Your dad.”

The masked girl rolled her eyes, moving her torch around as she looked around the room. “Where the hell is (F/L)?” She mumbled.

The sound of glass being knocked over and shattering startled Kit, causing her to jump and immediately latch on to the other girl. “Terror!”

“Shit!” Terror cursed as she lost hold of the torch, causing it to extinguish as it hit the ground. “Fuck, Kit!”

Terror instantly crouched on the ground, trying to find the unlit torch in the pitch-black room, being careful to not burn herself on the hot stick. Finally, she found it.

“Terror, what was that?!” Kit asked nervously.

“Probably nothing. Fuck, do you have a flint in steel?” Kit quickly reached into her bag to find a flint and steel, wanting Terror to light the room as soon as possible.

Terror managed to light the torch and moved it towards where the glass had fallen, when-

“BOO!”

“AHHH!!!” Kit had jumped on Terror, causing her to drop the torch once more.

“God dammit, Kit!” Terror screamed as laughs begin to ring out in the room.

“You two look so ridiculous!”

“(F/L)!” The first two girls yelled.

“What’s going on?” Another girl walked into the room, holding her own torch in hand.

“Man, you missed the greatest scare, Star!” (F/L) laughed.

Star raised an eyebrow as she looked around the room. (F/L) was holding her stomach as she continued to laugh, Terror looked pissed, glaring at the ground, and Kit looked like she was about to sob as she held on to Terror.

“Well, when you’re done here, come join me in the ballroom. It’s exactly what we want for the party.”

Terror ripped her arm from Kit, picking up the fallen torch to light it with Star’s, then stomped away from the group. Star looked back at the other two as (F/L) shrugged, continuing to giggle.

~~~

The group made it to the ballroom where other girls were looking around. Two avians flew around as others were uncovering furniture hidden by seats.

“So, what do you think?” Star asked Terror.

“Well, it sure looks haunted.”

One of the avians, the one with black wings landed between the two girls, a :P mask on the side of her head. “Hey, Blue had an idea. If we use soul fire on the chandeliers, it will make the ballroom even spookier!”

“Maybe, but you know how hard it is to get soul fire, Note,” Star said.

“Have Blade get some,” Terror said.

“Or me!” (F/L) volunteered.

“No!” Star, Terror, and Note chimed.

“Aw…”

Terror moved away from the group, taking notice of the large windows shining moonlight into the room. Soul fire would definitely set the mood, and with the cobwebs already in the room, there was very little need to decorate.

“Hi, Terror!” Terror looked behind her to see Blue walking up, Friend walking behind her.

“Hey, Blue. What’s up?”

“Can I invite some ghosts to the party?”

“Ghosts?” Terror asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly. “You mean more ghosts than Ghostbur?”

“Of course! Ghosts love to party just as much as the living, you know!”

“Yeah, whatever. Gives us more ways to scare others.”

“And by others, you mean Kit, right?”

Terror lifted her finger over her mouth. “Shh… Don’t tell her.”

Blue giggled as she walked off. “Okay! See you, Terror!”

Terror then looked around the room, spotting a girl sitting on one of the old couches as she wrote on cards. “Hey, Princess.”

The girl in the tiara looked up and smiled. “Hey, Terror! This costume party was a great idea! And this abandoned mansion is so cool! How did you find it?”

“Hm? Oh, well, Ghostbur mentioned this mansion one day, so I went looking for it. He mentioned something about meeting Blue here for the first time, so I was kinda curious.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you were! This place is so cool! Do you want to help me with these fliers for the party?”

Terror hummed, looking around. Everyone else seemed to have their own thing going on to get the ballroom set up for a party. “Yeah, that sounds fine.”

Terror sat down next to Princess, the two of them talking about ideas for the flyers.

~~~

Tubbo walked around Snowchester, pulling a sled that had a stack of logs. He stopped when he noticed a paper on one of the houses. Grabbing the paper, Tubbo noticed it was a flyer for a Halloween Costume Party. He thought for a moment, wondering if Ranboo and their kids would want to go. It had been a while since all five of them went out to do something, and this party could be fun. Nodding, shoved the flyer in his pocket, hurrying to his house with new motivation.

~~~

“Do we have to go?”

“Uncle Techno!” Blue cried as she stared at the piglin hybrid who didn’t seem too happy about going to a costume party.

“Come on, mate. It’ll be fun.” Philza said as he pulled an old chest into the living room. (F/L) pounced on the chest, opening it up to reveal all sorts of clothes.

“Damn, grandpa, where did you get these clothes?”

“Hey! Dadza, Philza, or Phil! I don’t do that grandpa thing!” (F/L) stuck out her tongue as Tommy and Wilbur laughed. “If you really want to know, immortality helps you get your hands on a lot of authentic pieces of clothing.

“Ohh!” Star cooed as she pulled a ballgown out of the chest. “Was this mumza’s?”

“No,” Philza said, smirking. “Techno’s.”

“What?!” The littles asked as Techno tried to hit Philza with a rolled up newspaper.

“You need to stop talking.”

“Wait, no! I wanna hear this! Keep talking Dadza!” Angel said.

“Wait, isn’t this the dress you wore to that count’s ball?” Bluebird asked.

“Count? What Count? What are you talking about?” Blade asked.

“Uncle Techno, are you trans?” Blue asked.

“All of you, QUIET!” Techno shouted. The tips of his ears were pink and his body was tense. He was uncomfortable being the current topic of discussion.

“I think this conversation should end here.” Wilbur said, trying to move the conversation from his brother.

“But Uncle Wilbur-!”

“No, (F/L). Now what’s everyone going as to the costume party?” Wilbur asked.

“Well now that I know about it, Uncle Techno.” Star joked, pulling a mask out of the chest that matched the dress. Techno huffed, escaping to a different room as everyone else laughed.

“Well, I’ve been thinking about being one of the greek gods.” Blade said as she searched through the chest.

“You’re one of the greek gods or goddesses every year. Why don’t you choose something different?” Angel asked.

“Alright, well what are you going to be, Angel?”

“I thought I would be an avian this year, like a hummingbird. Or maybe I’ll dress up as one of the crows,” Angel said as she looked outside at the birds. A group of the crows was watching one crow as it tried to eat a fence post. “Maybe not that one.”

“I’m going to be a devil!” (F/L) yelled, raising her hand.

“You already are one, you little shit.” Philza said as he was leaving the room to get another chest of clothes.

“Whatever, grandpa!”

Philza’s head popped back in through the doorframe. “You’re on thin fucking ice.”

“I’m going to be a ghost witch!” Blue said.

“A ghost witch?” Bluebird asked.

“Yes! I’m going to be a ghost who’s also a witch!”

“Ah. Of course.”

“What are you going to be, Bluebird?” Angel asked.

“Hmm? Oh, I haven’t decided yet.”

“But the party is in two days,” (F/L) said.

“Then I guess I have two days to decide.”

“Don’t worry, Bluebird. We can help you with ideas.” Wilbur said.

“Heh, thanks bro.”

~~~

Terror stood in the middle of the room in her regular hoodie and mask, dancing on the toes and heels of her feet as she waited for the guests to arrive. After a while, the ballroom had filled up enough to let Terror know she could start the show.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Non-binary friends and foes! Adults and children of all ages, genders, species, and lands! Welcome to tonight’s costume party! Now, if you know me, you know I have a flair for the dramatics, so you must know that this party will be far more intense. This performance of mine will include loud noises, flashing lights, and scares of all kind. If you can’t handle that, I suggest you leave now. The mansion is free to be explored, but know if you get murdered, it’s possible we won’t find your body!”

The crowds began to mummer around Terror and she smirked as some people began to leave the ballroom.

“For those of you who have stayed, I commemorate your bravery. Now!” Terror picked up a book that we laying in front of her. She looked around at the crowd as she opened the book. “There is a story about this mansion and the woman who lived and died in it.

“Long ago, a rich woman fell in love with rich man, and he fell for her. Soon the two were wed and began a happy life together. However, the man’s attention was drawn from his wife, not by another woman, but a power he desperately wanted to have. To get this power, the man had to give sacrifices.

“The woman learned of her husband’s new hobby and begged him to leave the power so they could continue their happy life. The man refused. The woman, hoping to save her husband, tried to destroy this power. However, she didn’t know of the power’s true hold on her husband.

“The man attacked and brutally murdered his wife, finally gaining the power he so desperately wanted. But, he didn’t understand there was power within Death. The woman’s spirit corrupted the power within the man, driving him to insanity and eventual death. Ever since that day, the woman’s spirit tormants all who live in her home, leading to their immediate death.”

Terror closed the book, smirking as she looked around the crowd. “Because we are dealing with such a wicked soul, I will try to exorcise the ghost from these halls. Now, if this is too much for you, I once again ask you to leave, for once I began the exorcism, I won’t be able to stop.”

More people began to leave and the _Beloved family walked over to the SBI family. “Is this safe?” Tubbo asked.

Tommy chuckled. “Yeah. It’s all just a show Terror made up to up the scare factor. I don’t even think the story is real.”

“Actually, the story is somewhat real. The husband did end up murdering his wife, but it was believed he did it to just get her money. The power and ghost didn’t exist. That’s something Terror made up.” Kit said.

“For those of you who remained,” Terror spoke up again, “I once again commemorate your bravery. Now I ask that everyone remains quiet as I perform this spell. I will need total concentration.”

Picking up another book off the floor, Terror opened it and began reading from the page. The floor under her began to glow red, the soul fire beginning to glow red as well. Wind began to blow around the room, picking up in speed as Terror continued to read.

A red glowing mist began to surround Terror and she gasped before dropping the book. The mist completely covered Terror, before being quickly blown away, leaving Terror standing in a bloodied (suit/dress).

“Well well well… You thought you could get rid of me, little girl?” ‘‘Terror’’ said. She looked around the room at the guests. “Trust me, guests, you thought you were coming for a party, but you were only coming for your deaths! I will allow this room to be a safe room for you, but the moment you leave, you’ll be nothing but lambs for me to SLAUGHTER! Enjoy your night, guests, for soon, you’ll be MINE!”

Wind began to blow harshly around the room and some people had to cover themselves in order to avoid items being blown in their faces.

“Good luck, partygoers! And Happy Halloween!” Terror yelled as she raised an arm, red smoke covering her. The wind blew the smoke away, showing Terror was gone.

The guests cheered and clapped at the show Terror performed, dance music beginning to play signifying the official start of the party.

~~~

Sorry if the ending seemed a little weird. I wanted to add more but I didn’t know how to add it so if the ending seems a little weird, that’s why.

Anyways! I hope you all enjoy your Halloween festivities, whatever those may be.

BYE!

*Logs of tumblr*

~~~

@griffintail

[chloesimaginationthings]

The death of Vanessa and the birth of Vanny in FNAF

(Inspired by this art by Yuto Sano)

[haliaiii]

reading up on argenti’s lore

[bluerosefox]

Possessed Pearl's

You know how in some ghost stories sometimes its not a person or a land that's haunted but the items?

Well what if, when looking for a mother's day gift for his mom, Danny is looking around a pawn shop and finds a necklace, it's missing some pearls but it's just enough to pass off as a decent gift. Danny humms but decides against it and goes to leave it....

That was until he gasped out blue frost and spots a ghostly woman appear out of the necklace with a somber smile. She isn't as seeable as the other ghosts in Amity though, meaning she doesn't have enough ectoplasm on her own (that might change the longer she's in Amity and around Danny though) and that right now only Danny can see her.

And Danny well... hes been doing his hero gig for a bit now, might go and ask if there was anything he can do to help.

And later Danny's good deed... bites him back. Oh boy. Because now he has the Bats looking into Amity Park... Wait what do you mean Martha is now strong enough to be seen?!

[canadiangold]

[demigods-posts]

imagine a world where the heroes of olympus series was one big crossover. a world where we meet an eleven year old boy named jason, no last name because it reminds him of his mother — a drunk who literally threw him to the wolves as a toddler. jason, who's earliest memory is chewing on a stapler and his older sister tending to the wound on his bottom lip — but he hasn't seen or heard from her since they were separated years ago. jason, who grew up reaching for the sky like a purpose, desperate for a chance to prove himself. jason, who fought to save the world at fifteen years old. and jason, who finds himself in the grand canyon four months later with no memory of who he is or where he came from, feet away from some frantic sixteen year old girl in search of some dude named percy jackson. imagine what this could have been.

[chaosspear]

loop is my beautiful muse who i draw only wonderfully and flatteringly

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I'm sorry but the irony of Nico calling Max unprofessional is sending me so bad like sir there's an entire garage full of people, who were literally in the trenches trying to survive the Brocedes fallout while just doing their jobs, who might have a few things to say about your (& Lewis') level of professionalism at that time 😭✋️

[ladyddanger]

thinking about the events of the dsmp hundreds of years later being just a bunch of stories.

In a village nestled between tall pines children play Manberg Vs Pogtopia, the names of nations and reasons for war long forgotten as they hit each other with sticks and tackle their friends to warm summer grass.

When their mothers tuck them in that night they tell them stories of a snowy wasteland, so ancient it still holds the scars of long wars forgotten. They tell them of the wasteland’s inhabitant, the greatest warrior this world has ever seen. His name is lost to history but warriors still pray to him on the eve of battle and tie ravens feathers in their hair in his honor.

If the children misbehaved that day their mothers tell them a different story, one of a masked man who steals bad children and drowns them in the sea.

There’s a crater a few miles east of the village in the middle of the marshlands up by a glittering ocean. The crater is so deep that you can throw rocks off the edge and never hear them hit the bottom. Legend says that once upon a time the goddess of death had a son who walked this earth and when he died in her rage and grief she tore into the city that once stood there with her bare hands and ripped it from the earth leaving nothing but a crater behind.

On long sunny evenings in the inns that dot the coastline bards tell stories of a cursed city of gold and glass buried in the heart of a desert where it snows. They whisper the city is full of riches but nobody who looks for it ever comes back.

On stormy nights the Bards tell a different story, a story of a town that sits over a slumbering god. Strange things happen there. Red vines sport up over night. If you listen closely, the people say you can hear them talk. Everyone there has red eyes and cold cold hands.

If you start at dawn and ride in the opposite direction of the carter you can reach the vault before nightfall. The locals claim it used to hold a faceless god guarded by a king but time has weathered the vault’s defenses and the towns children dare each other inside its walls, running though the tight passages.

An old fairytale says if you follow a small barely visible path from the doors of a vault beyond you’ll reach a forest full of trees so overgrown they block the sun. The fairytale says if you walk to the heart of the forrest there’s a prince sleeping there, nestled in the flowers and weeds. The fairytale says his true love and his knights are long dead. The fairytale says he dreams the whole world in existence. The fairytale says a lot of things but nobody really believes it.

[gauntletqueen]

When a non-horror game has a horror section, I often find it a little more effective or memorable than a full-on horror title's horror, in a way. I think that's because, for characters in fiction, they usually don't know they're about to experience a horror story, so they aren't mentally prepared at all. As the audience, we know that when we boot up Silent Hill, we're gonna see some scary stuff and can mentally prepare accordingly. But when some innocuous children's platformer or RPG or whatever suddenly throws genuine horror elements at me, I'm taken out of my comfort zone much more roughly since I don't expect it at all. I think that's neat :>

[uncanny-tranny]

Love disabled people who just lie about their disabilities to nosy, intrusive questions. Sorry, yeah, I lost my arm in the wash one day. It's funny how that happens! Oh, I got back pain from saving nineteen children from a burning fire department <3

[theclassymike]

Dylan Sprayberry attending Dream it Con.

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[boxheadpaint]

any recommendations for analog horror that isnt a slideshow with microsoft sam telling you DONT LOOK OUTSIDE. like something unique lately

[feroluce]

On Sampo's name (ALL of his names!)

I feel like everyone who's a fan knows the meaning of Sampo's full name by now- the sampo was a legendary item that could magically make endless supplies of gold, flour, and salt, all priceless items at the time! So it works perfectly for a scammer businessman like Sampo. ☆

"Koski" is the Finnish word for "water rapids" which might seem kinda random but actually makes sense for him, since Aha and the Masked Fools are also referred to with water terms:

This kind of analogy isn't specific to only Aha and the Masked Fools, but it does still tie them together. So water rapids fits perfectly! Sampo wants to stir the pot! He likes to shake things around and spice things up! He's taking that stagnant pool and turning it into water rapids! It would actually explain his ridiculous hair color, too; a dark blue wave tipped with white foam haha

EDIT: an amazing contribution from @ricochetlovebombs, who heard it from hoyolab user Rattaboy. If you interpret his first and last name together, instead of separately like I did, you would get something like "money river."

In other words, Sampo's name literally means CASH FLOW SKXJMDMDMD

What I really wanted to talk about is his drag alias name, though, Brughel Poisson, because to me that's where it gets really interesting.

So like in the English version, Sampo goes by Brughel Poisson when he's in disguise. Searching for just "Brughel" itself doesn't seem to get you much at first: a Flemish and Dutch Renaissance painter named Pieter Brueghel the Elder, who was famous for his landscapes and peasant scenery, especially Hunters in the Snow and The Blue Cloak.

He's referred to as "the Elder" because he had a son also named Pieter Brueghel (the Younger), and he began a long line of painters, all named Brueghel. Some of them did original work, and many of them created reproductions of the Elder's art to sell. The Elder was also famous as a printmaker. All of this is hilarious when you remember that Sampo is an infamous counterfeiter and has sold a relic called the Parallel Universe Printer JSKZJSMD

There is also something called Brueghel's Syndrome, named after one of Brueghel's paintings called De Gaper, which pictured a man yawning widely. It's a condition that causes the mouth to open and gape uncontrollably, twisting a person's countenance into a distorted mask of their usual face.

Tumblr doesn't have a way of censoring pics like twitter, so for the sake of the medically squeamish, I'm just showing De Gaper here. But if you look up Brueghel's Syndrome, you can find pictures of actual patients, some of whom really do make faces resembling Aha's comedy and tragedy masks!

In the Chinese and Japanese versions, his alias last name is a lot more silly- In those, "Sampo" is phonetically written as "san-bo" and "san-po." And in disguise, his last names are phonetically written as... "Bo-san" and "Po-san." The Chinese version uses different tones, but still. This smug asshole seriously just decided to write his own name backwards and called it a day NDMKXMDMD

In the English version, Poisson itself is kind of a reused Hoyo asset- it's also the name of Navia's fishing village in Genshin Impact. Which is a really silly name for a village, because it literally just means "fish" in French smzjxkdkdk but!

Again, more water imagery. And in English, if something is suspicious, we say that it's "fishy," which is perhaps the most fitting association yet for someone as shady as Sampo ☆

And for a good while I thought that was the only connection. But then. My beloved @hydrachea, who is an actual native French speaker, dropped this on me right after April Fool's Day:

Poisson is literally the word you use to pull an April Fool's prank.

[mercifullymad]

i feel passionately about the need to enfold people experiencing (or diagnosed) with "just" depression or anxiety into the mad pride project. the more people who view themselves as mad, the better. much as the rhetorical move from "neurotypical" to "neuroconforming" emphasizes the artifice & social construction of "neurotypicality," so too will expanding identification as "mad" expose the sane/mad dichotomy as a false one.

it's true that (some) people with "just" depression and/or anxiety have an easier time navigating the psych system than people who have more stigmatized diagnoses. but this is not to say that they necessarily have an easy time — the carceral psych system is hostile to everyone subsumed by it, even the most "privileged" patients. we should of course critique & examine how our experiences are shaped by various intersections of privilege, but we cannot forget or ignore how someone with "just" a depression/anxiety diagnosis can still experience the full force of the carceral psych system brought down upon them (including but not limited to involuntary institutionalization, police intervention, & forced medication or other forced treatment).

we must encourage, if not insist, that those with the least-stigmatized diagnoses view their difficult experiences navigating the psych system as bound up with the liberation of people who have more stigmatized diagnoses &, often, a more violent experience of the psych system. we need more people to drop the "i have anxiety/depression but i'm not crazy" line and say loudly, "i have anxiety/depression & i am crazy. my access to just treatment is linked to the conditions of all other crazy people, who are my allies, peers, & friends. we are united in our cause & we all deserve a more liberating system of care."