#short story?

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 I

(ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫)

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: I have decided to make ?Short? Story of this. This one was a little harder to do, scraped a few parts. This one’s a bit more tame?

TW // Stalking?

“What do you mean multiple been trying to get my IP Address?” I asked my protective agent, heart dropping in my chest.

“Yes-”

“What? When?” I interrupted, thoughts racing on the matter. I never had this happen before. I never had them band together like this. They have never gotten this close before.

“I don’t know ma’am.” The agent said, voice cutting out slightly through the phone. My mind trying to come up with ways to stop this…thing from happing.

It would have been a different situation if there was just one like the last time, but no. There was more than just one now. A group of them.

Just how many were there?

The thought of speaking face-to-face with them came up, but it wasn’t the safest option out there. Possibly one of the most dumbest ones ever instead with the many ways that could go.

“Just…keep them off of me the best you can, agent.” I simply said, clicking off my seatbelt and waiting for a reply from the agent before hanging up the phone. Sliding it into my pocket as I got out of the car.

Flipping my hood over my head, I locked my car with my keys as I walked away into the store hearing it beep.

“Welcome!” The cashier greeted, a big, friendly smile on their face. Brighting up my day just a little bit.

I nodded back at the familiar face of the young woman. She was always the bright, and inviting one, no matter how the day went unlike the grumpy manager. He was an hard one to get a read on, but I think he means well? Gives me the “mysterious protector” vibes.

Grabbing a small basket, I wasn’t planning on buying a cart full of food tonight. Too emotionally tired to do so. I’d figure I’ll just hire someone else to do it. Maybe pay them extra if I’m feeling generous.

Going down the canned aisle first. I grabbed a few jars of spaghetti sauces and placed them in my basket. Then went along and grabbed some Angel hair noddles. Thinking spaghetti sounded somewhat good tonight, fairly easy to make too.

Heading to the meat aisle, I didn’t expect an Astartes to be there looking at the meat like it challenged him.

His helmet almost touched the hanging sign above him. His armor was dirty, but a light blue base with a scale like design showed here and there with an silver insignia of an hydra on his pauldrons. The marshy smell of his ventures sticking to him.

If I remember correctly, this was an Alpha legion Astartes. An rarity to see as I heard most didn’t form bonds, or any at all. A thought I have felt remorseful on.

“Whoa there, big buddy.” I interrupted the hydra as he picked up a roll of meat. My own hand coming up stop him, as his helm moved swiftly to look down at me. A glowing hue of red optics staring. “You can’t just eat raw meat. Especially, unpurchased meat. It can make you sick. To us humans anyways.”

The hydra looked between me and the meat then tilted his helmet, questioning me silently that I found oddly cute.

“I mean, you can eat raw meat, but it isn’t preferred. Can result in a lot of health issues.” I continued, questioning myself if an Astartes could even eat raw meat.

The hydra rumbled in response, slowly putting the meat back down in the fridge.

“Do…do you need something to eat?” I asked, unsure if I should be feeding an Astartes. My hand returning to my side, an internal battle going through my mind. I couldn’t just leave him hungry for the rest of the night!

The hydra cooed, a rightful question to please the hydra. His body leaning over my form. Easily towering over mine as I barely stoped his helm from nuzzling the top of my hood.

“Hey now! You stink!” I laughed, the hydra rumbling lowly at the accusation. Lightly pushing against my own offending hand in attempt to get closer.

“Ew! Stop that! Let’s get you something to eat, yeah?” I desperately said, eager to breathe regular air than swamp water. How did this guy even get in this store smelling like an alligator?

The hydra gave me another rumble before leaning back up to his full height, pushing at me lightly to hurry me up with my shopping.

“Alright, Alright! I’m going! No need to be so demanding!” I huffed, lightly swatting at his gauntlets.

—

The marine rumbled proudly to himself, and their darling as she kept them well away from their goal, but someone had slipped. Their darling firewall had been taken down for a split second before it was up again. A small portion of information being collected.

The small information was rewarded with a small victory. The rest of the group coming closer to find out what had gotten their fellow marine so pumped. Becoming excited themselves when they noticed their progression.

Oh! How smart their darling was! Keeping them far away for so long!

Don’t worry darling! We’ll find you.

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 II

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙

[caycanteven]

To Steal A Ship

hehehe i wrote more and will continue to write more. Motti belongs to @mothiepixie and Lex belongs to me <3

Lex rehoisted her leather duffle against her shoulder as she followed her new captain toward the harbor. The sun wasn't blistering with it's early rise that morning, but the warm rays and cool sea breeze was a delicate reminder of the day ahead and many to come. The smell of saltwater was strong, though not as strong as the gutted fish smell as the two pushed their way around the docks toward the supposed ship her new captain acquired. "Someday I'll have somethin' like that," Motti spoke up with a pointed finger.

Lex hummed, raising a brow and following Motti's gesture to a brigantine anchored in the port. She acknowledged the woodwork and it's fine craftsmanship, a fine merchant ship no less. Her one eye landed on the beauty at the bow, a figure head of a mermaid who's hand outstretched to rest underneath it's bowsprit. It was most certainly a sight for a sailor's sore eyes. "Aye, that ship is a sight," Lex chuckled softly and shook her head good naturedly. "Merchant ship," she noted openly as she pushed through two large fisherman who crowded her. She gave them a glare, before taking Motti's side.

"Ye right," the captain nodded with a thoughtful hum, "I could of afforded a ship like that long ago, but for now I got the best I could."

Lex raised a brow again at the hint of a past her new captain had yet to share. She'd never pry for the information, though she admitted she was curious. She knew she wasn't from the same upbringing as herself, but if she wasn't, then how did she get to this point?

"So ye got a ship, then?"

Motti nodded, "'course I got a ship. Ain't much, but it's enough."

Lex and Motti stopped at last next to a schooner, who's appearance and care was much less than the merchant ship they shared appreciation for. Lex's single eye considered the vessel and it's hull. Not a large ship, but not a sloop; it was a good starter boat, but if her captain even dared to sail the seas in search of the Black Fiend, she'd need to upgrade it eventually.

Perhaps they could manage a few minor bounties, or goods transportation for local merchants between ports. It would be a decent start, but a long, long time before they'd be able to afford a brigantine of their own. It wouldn't be as nice as that other brig--especially if it were to have a figure head as nice as that--but it would be their own.

Lex followed Motti onto the rickety catwalk joining the dock and the schooner. She hummed and pressed a boot into the dock, testing her weight on the wood, fortunately finding it sturdy. Lex leaned against the mainmast as she dropped her duffle on the deck. She watched contently as the captain expressed how she came to own such a vessel.

"I was lucky 'nough the old bastard who had this before was so willin' to part with it for what I had," Motti huffed and placed her hands on her hips as she tapped her boot's heal against the ships deck. "Had'er repaired a bit but could be better, I suppose."

Lex hummed in agreement. "Aye, she'll do," she chuckled softly.

Motti smiled appreciatively and held her chin proudly, "I plan to head to the port south here in two days time. Lookin' fer more work, of course, but maybe some more crew." Seeing Lex nod, she felt confident enough to breach her next subject.

"Can ye sail?"

Lex shot Motti a confused look mid bite of an apple she pulled from her leather duffle, raising a brow and grunting in affirmation. "Aye...?" she replied, though curiously before biting into the fruit.

Motti smiled and only gave a nod, before turning to explain what else was available on the ship as well as her plans to gain a small fortune and where she believed the Black Fiend would be next.

Lex, on the other hand, was suspicious and refused to let the topic drop. She wiped her lips of bitter juice, her mouth full as she questioned her captain carefully.

"Can ye sail, Cap'n?"

Motti stiffened, shifting uncomfortably on the deck as she looked over her shoulder sheepishly toward her crew member.

"...ye can't sail, can ye?"

"...no."

Lex sighed with a groan under her breath. She shook her head, realizing what she was getting into when it came to this new captain; it supported her suspicions more so. However, as she stood straight, she refused to question her captain further and she decided to do the next best thing.

"Aight, cap'n, I'm gonna have to teach ya then."

"What? Really?!" Motti exclaimed happily, but Lex eased the captain back onto the heels of her boots with a stern look.

"Aye, but ye hold ye britches," she began, "cause ye got no clue how to steer a boat, ye can't leave port. Gonna have to teach ya quickly if ye plan to head to the next in two days."

"Can't ye just--"

"Aye, maybe fer a bit, but ye need to know how yer own ship works. A captain is only as good as their ship," Lex enforced gently. "Ye eventually can hire a helmsman," she muttered and put her hands on her hips, "but fer now, let's get ye sea legs underneath ye." Seeing Motti's excitement in her blue eyes brought a warm flutter to Lex's chest. She smiled and turned the captain and started explaining the parts of the ship, from bowsprit to port.

Lex wasn't quite sure what she was getting into when she told her captain she'd teach her how to sail.

Though losing the ol' schooner on the day before they planned to leave port was not what she anticipated.

Lex grunted, sitting against a post of the dock as she wrung out her hair. Thankfully, their belongings were salvageable and they only lost their rations planned for the trip, but the ship as a whole was the greatest loss.

How in Davy Jone's locker were they gonna get anywhere without a ship?

"Sorry," Motti mumbled defeatedly, wringing out the skirts around her waist as she grumbled curses beneath her breath. She was soaked, but Lex was more than thankful her captain knew how to swim at least. Sailing was one thing, swimming was another. Motti scowled at the water that left her flintlock's holster as she emptied it.

"Ye just need practice," Lex reassured softly, trying her best not to express her frustration so easily. She rubbed her face once her hair was efficiently not as drenched. "Gotta admit to ye cap'n, we ain' gonna be doin' any practicin' without a ship, or get to the southern port tomorrow." Lex picked up her boot to wrench it off, then poured out the water on the inside, a couple small fish flopping on the deck with the gentle splash.

Motti sighed and plopped down, hands on her freckled cheeks with disappointment and irritation knitted in her brows. "Aye, I'm aware."

Lex hummed, seeing the defeated look. She sighed, "Oi, cap, don't let--"

She jumped when Motti exclaimed proudly her sudden idea.

"Ye wha?!"

"Ye and I will steal a ship!"

Lex stared, baffled as she blinked. She turned her head and began smacking her ears, grumbling about the water making her hear things.

Motti, however, grabbed her hand and gave her a firm look of determination. "We steal a ship. Ye know yer way around weapons, I know my way around men."

"Ye just admitted ye like to get aroun'," Lex scoffed and raised her brow, but couldn't help the little smirk curling at her lips.

"Not like that. I ruin the hearts of anyone, sure, but I got my eyes set on someone already and we're gonna find'em no matter what," Motti snorted smugly. "How ya think I got that...well, had that ship?"

Lex smirked and chuckled softly. So, that was how she managed, she thought, she's a fine manipulator, if she's doin' it right. Can't blame her in this life, I suppose. Lex sighed, relenting to Motti's eagerness and contagious desire to cause trouble for their benefit. "Aight, aight. Ye got me on the hook, cap."

"So, ye got anotha ship in mind?"

"I think ye already know," Motti grinned.

It wasn't easy, but it certainly wasn't hard to get on board. The captain was right about one thing; men flocked to her as soon as she presented herself. Lex had to hand it to her, she knew how to get them distracted, but seein' as their plan was working so well, Lex took it upon herself to scope out the rest of the ship.

Weapons, rations, merchant cargo from a northern port, no doubt. She'd seen some of these things before, not to mention the crops that grew there were valuable to southern and central ports. This ship was full of it. They could likely sell it themselves and get plenty of gold in return.

Though one thing that had Lex's eye was a beautiful musket, made with mahogany wood and fine metal. It looked like it hadn't been used. Lex took care to examine the weapon and it's condition, before giving it a quick glance down the sight.

Oh yes, this was a beautiful weapon, indeed.

Lex's examination was interrupted at the sound of chatter muffled by the hull of the brigantine. Her immediate thought was of her captain, and she quickly got up with the musket in hand and it's pouch of ammo at her belt. She knew there were limited guards on the ship, but she was weary as she snuck around back to the upper deck. She crashed her back against the side and peeked over the railing.

The captain had her hands full; larger men, sailors that worked for the ship perhaps, were crowding her with rather disgusting grins. Lex narrowed her eye at the looks they had, and one had gotten close.

Far too close.

The glint of metal was all she needed

The crack in the air sent men and straggling fisherman on the docks into a surprised panic. The man, who's knife was bared before Captain Motti, fell lifeless as his dead weight hit the edge of the harbor's dock and into the waters below.

Motti, hands on her hat and eyes finding Lex on the ship's edge, quickly began to push her way past the men who'd yet to recover from the gun shot.

Though, at the sight of Motti breaking for the ships ladder, they seemed to realize they'd been run a rig. "Stop them!" Yelled a sailor, and another dove for Motti in chase.

Lex grunted and cursed under her breath. She needed to reload. She snarled and she grabbed her own flintlock from her belt and she lifted it in haste to take aim and fire once more.

A warning shot; the bullet whistled past with the second crack of the gun, scaring the man off his pursuit and falling face first into the wooden boards. That gave her captain plenty of time, she was certain.

"Sink me, ye savvy Cap?!" Lex yelled urgently to Motti as she climbed the ladder and joined her crew mate.

"Blimey. Ye I'm fine, ye ol' salt!" Motti huffed and she looked over her shoulder as the men started after them. She gasped as Lex pushed past her and cut the ladder with her knife, swift and quick.

"No time to watch them feed the fishes," she grumbled and she climbed the bridge to the helm. "Weigh anchor, we leave now! Ye remember how I showe'd ye the sails?" Lex yelled as she began to reload her musket, preparing for the worst.

Motti nodded fervently and quickly got to work without a second thought. It took time, but when they managed to haul the anchor back up, Lex was already at the helm and directing the ship out of port. Motti quickly joined her, the two of them witnessing the wind catch the sails with vigor and the boat forced through the waves.

"Aye! We're doing it!" Motti exclaimed.

"Not yet, Cap, still gotta outrun the fleet if they show," Lex grunted and jerked the wheel effortlessly left to steer out of port. Another crack sounded and Lex quickly ducked as did Mottie. "Blimey!"

Motti looked portside to see the sailor who'd fired. She grunted and grabbed her own flintlock. With quickness, she fired and held firm as the gun jerked upward following the bullet.

The captain didn't miss.

Lex smirked, surprised yet impressed. "Aye, ye can shoot but ye can't sail?!" she laughed ands he held to the wooden wheel.

"Sailin' is much harder than shootin', and one of them I learned when I was younga!" Motti smiled.

The two shared a boisterous laugh as they stole away with their prize, a brigantine fit for a crew to be, with a golden mermaid at it's bow.

[ccruelgods]

one day

a mother asked her children

"what is the world to you?"

her first daughter,

the youngest, and loudest, the most active

answered immediately

"the world to me? why, mother, that's easy!

the world is a very big Monopoly game!"

the mother smiled at her daughter

nodded politely

and turned to the next,

giving her arm a tap

her middle child

weary, and blind, but ever so hypervigilant

answered quietly after a few seconds

"the world is a sheet of music

each note makes its own sound,

and only when properly formatted

will it make music.

furthermore,

everyone has different views

on what the proper formatting is."

the mother let out a hum,

patting her daughters head

and thanking her, turning to her last child

the eldest, lost in their own world

book in hand

took a long moment to reply

"chess."

she said simply

"my world is a game of chess."

the mother hummed, and hmm'd

but could not figure it out

and asked

"is it because,

you must strategize

in order to win?"

her eldest child shook their head.

"is it because

you must make sacrifices

along the way?"

but, the eldest shook their head again.

the mother was befuddled

and finally asked

"why? why is the world a game of chess?"

the eldest sighed

put down their book

and looked at their mother's nose

eye contact was toxic for them

it made them feel antsy

and disturbed

"no," they began

"i didn't say the world was a game of chess

i said my world was."

"but why?!"

the mother cried

"why is this so?"

picking up their book once more,

the eldest simply replied

"because people are always trying to keep me in check."

[random-poetryyy]

Apple juice or grape juice.

We've always been told that we were supposed to drink apple juice. It's healthier, cheaper and it tastes better (apparently)

Nobody ever argued with this. It's just the way things go, we drink apple juice.

For a bit (only when I was small) I did too, I drank apple juice but it never tasted that good to me, as I would pour the golden liquid down my throat it almost felt like it was burning me from the inside out, to me it wasn't gold like sweet honey it was gold like a lit burning fire slowly setting everything around me and about me ablaze. My mum would have to force me to drink it and my dad would yell when I didn't.

By the time I was in school I couldn't be forced to drink apple juice anymore but I was scared of being 'different' by drinking something else like grape juice so I didn't drink anything.

If anyone asked

"why aren't you drinking apple juice?"

"Oh I'm just not thirsty right now"

I was still seen as weird though.

But I don't think that was because I wasn't drinking apple juice.

I started getting sick of not drinking anything but the only thing else to drink was... grape juice.

Nobody.

drinks grape juice.

But aren't I a nobody?

I picked up the grape juice carton.

*sipppp*

...

Instead of feeling fire burning my throat there was a river of sweet purple fruit flowing down, It made me unusually happy. I realised that I was definitely weird, people looked at me funny as I drank it and I was definitely getting judged.

But there's nothing I can do, I just like grape juice.

[sparklesphobia]

I've been obsessed with this idea, and I just need to get it out.

Imagine a love story blossoming slowly between a pair of people whose worlds are so different but complement each other so well. A Florist and an Executioner. One whose job resides in bringing life into the world, while the other is forced to take it. Buuut~ They're both interested/obsessed in the opposite.

The Florist, a young spunky girl with bright orange hair has thought about death all her life, about how it will greet itself to her and when. Death has been a looming thought for her, as she was almost taken when she was but an infant due to her being born without her left leg. Her Father refused to rid of her and instead fashioned her a prosthetic and a wheelchair, taking great care of her. But the world has always reminded her of her disability, of how she was lucky to be alive.

And the Executioner, a tall brooding prisoner who took another man's life out of defense but sent to prison, given a second chance as life by embracing death, to be permanently branded as a murderer, both literally and figuratively. But he longs after life, finding himself fascinated and calmed by taking care of flowers and aiding injured animals, he surrounds himself with life to forget the blood that stains his hands.

They meet in the darkness, the only time the Executioner can wander the streets without being harassed. The lock eyes as he asks for flowers in the Florist's quaint shop, his voice quiet as he doesn't want to frighten her. But she can't stop staring, encapsulated by this man who embodied the very thing she was grossly obsessed with. And the same was of him as he looked at her.

This exchange goes on for a while, every month he pops into her shop in the dead of night, asking for a flower to plant in his garden. Bluebell, Sweet Woodruff, Hibiscus, Calla Lilly, White Camella, Pink Camella, then Red Camella. The Florist wasn't blind to language of Flowers and thought of a way reply to The Executioner.

The Executioner wakes one spring morning, the sun bright and warm as he steps outside into his garden, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He couldn't help but smile as he looked over the vast array of flowers he had planted, the image of the Florist coming to mind, which saddened him. He turned to look at the road to town where he froze, spotting The Florist standing there with her hair freshly combed, blowing slightly in the morning breeze, a dainty smile on her porcelain face. And in her hands, White Camilla's, Carnations, and Gardenia's. They stand there in silence, a singsong laugh interrupting the quiet as the Florist speaks, "Penelope." She says soft, The Executioner swallowing hard as he cracks a soft smile, speaking every so softly, "Matthew.."

[delicatebluebirdruins]

So imagine the Duke befriending a child and their parents then the child is very sick and he gets the little family out and away to get the child better medicine and it works and the parents keep away from the village only realising how bad it was when they were away

things happen and the child returns battered and bruised and wanting to make a difference somewhere but they can't and they die and then wake up in a strange world and they walk and find a child who has been there for a lot longer and is so weary for one so young and so old at the same time and they gather the child up and take care of her and they go on many years later (and many more children later who grow as people as much as they are able) they find another battered and bruised child who is not sad (yet) but angry at the world and everything in it and the child doesn't want them yet

and then something different happens something changes a rumble across the world and the first child realises her mother is dead and she feels relief utter relief and the weight on their shoulders on all their shoulders lessens and Eva this time leads them to what remains of a battle field and the two figures embracing one glowing and as they watch the one glowing disappears and they watch as the man gets up and smiles and also disappears

they leave and find the angry child but her edges aren't as sharp as they once and now she is just heartsick or heart broken perhaps where this time they don't say anything to her directly they just sit down and Eva for the first time talks about her mother, they were all aware of her mothers efforts to bring her back and as she spoke she used the mold to make a bowl and taking the cue the others did the same trying something that had been brewing since Miranda died the first time and from the bowl a flower grows

Eva is done talking now and another child takes her place all the while Evie watches despite her self and creeps forward curious and asks how to do that pointing at the 7 flowers and they shrug and just go try it its best if you're not really thinking per say just let your hands do what they want- Evie doesn't she grabs a handful and scoots back again (nervous that they would make her talk as well) and she begins to try and fails and tries again and fails getting frustrated and storming off this time Eva follows and finds Evie and just sits with her and goes you don't have to speak but listen to me and Evie is curious so she stays and listens for hours at the end Evie leaves again this time with a handful of mold and they Eva resumes her story as Evie try and manipulate the mold again going through the same cycle but this time Eva intervenes advising her to count and keep trying and on attempt something Evie is somewhat successful in making a vaguely recognisable shape of a dandelion

and Evies ability to see what happens in the world is still there and she doesn't use it as often but she does visit and observe Zoe who as luck would have it was talking about her and she watches it unfold and hears what Zoe has to say about her and Jack (and what Jack said in the mold to Ethan all those years ago) she goes back to mold and the group who now has a garden

Evie speaks now just the begining (before the Baker house) about the song one of the researchers sang near constantly (Go Tell Aunt Rhody)*1 and the many tests and the lives that were changed and her desire for a family only to be rejected by Miranda and later Mia*2

as she talked with Zoe's words in her head she realised that Mia rejecting her fucking hurt and she is still angry*3 and they understood through their own experiences at mother mirandas hands and things

it takes a lot longer for her to feel brave enough to talk about the Baker House and the Winters and Rosemary. Evie is afraid to be rejected again and condemned for her pain and her hate and her anger (they condem Mia yes but understand her to a extent what they heard about Lucas however? well they got pissed more so then ever before)

Evie grows and she wants to see the Winters again and visits one by one starting with Rose and Mia (she does not know how to talk to them yet just wants to see them), then with her family in tow finds Ethan and they talk (and Evie creates flowers) and listen and go their seperate ways and then Evie puts more thought into finding the Bakers and talking through it with them (it was both harder and easier then it was with Ethan... Marge does hold her hand for a short time)

all the while the mold itself changes grows calmer and more peaceful as a whole they find the masked Duke and heal him they heal the monstorous Rose clones (didn't heal more of changed they look like trees now unless you tilt your head in a certain way and you can see faces once contorted in pain and now looking like they sleep)

the inhabitants don't forget their pain and sorrow and some don't forget nor fully forgive but they do attain some semblence of peace

Developer interview

Mia did reject Evie and I will talk more on it when I finish replaying re7 it will be interesting to write to say the least (well it will be more Evie and Mia and Alan then Evie with the Bakers as a whole)

rejection in children link from pysch central

[roeza]

T.V.B.W.C 6.4

okay so I tried to turn Akito into a vampire again.

but it just doesn't work.

it's like he's immune to the vampire virus or Sumthing.

Dillon had his first baby

Vernon

Lydia moved in

Avis convinced Lydia to leave her husband

and then Avis purposed.

Lydia had Marcell and Marceline

yes like that Marceline

i gave Lydia a makeover

Brandon has had 4 babies

Trenton

Ashlee

Khalil

Sammy

umm okay bad things are happening ummm

so i started the wedding

and then I left to get food

and I did not realize i left the game running

and now Avis is possessed by the mother.

omg it was Kyoko who had it.

oh my god he looks so creepy!

okay so they had to get Married inside cause i fuck up and thoght am was pm.

or Sumthing like that

so Avis getting infected might be the best thing to happen cause it makes all his needs %100

You know if i get those fruits it might up his needs every time he eats one.

i mean you know he can't get more infected.

yep it dose but he just get possessed for a little while.

so i bought 50

does this mean Avis is a substance user now.

oh and it ups his needs when he gets possessed at night.

umm Lydia thinks Avis cheated on her even tho this is the rare time he hasn't cheated

oh my god NO She's embarrassed cause she Created on Avis

that Bitch

oh my god she is going to have a painful death.

oh my god it's with our daughter!

No NOT MY LITTTLE GIRL !!!

now she is going to die a vary vary painful death

to Eveie's credit she rejected her

okay so i was going to have Lydia and Avis have one more baby but now that i have this information I'm going to make them have a science baby instead so that way we don't have to go through a 3 day pregnancy

so that way we can kill that Bitch as soon as possible

okay we Started the dinner party yes while we have a science baby.

i know she's a bitch but look at how pretty she looks

and just a Vary concerned Adam in the background

Lydia Had OZzie

Oh MY GOD LYDIA IS DIEING OF ENBARASSMENT AT THE PARTY!!!

Oh Well now i kind of feel bad

it's obvious she felt remorse if she had to die over it.

Oh wait she cheated at our wedding nvm fuck that bitch

oh wait that means we still don't move forward with the challenge fuck!

okay she's dead

okay so a lot of the kids aged up

first Haven

then Luka

Then Ezra

Then Noha

who looks like if Avis was a Tim burton Character

then Marcell

and then Marceline

Lucifer and Michael aged up too but im not going to move them out until Akito ages up too

also i took this before i could edit everyone's outfit but loook

there so grown up.

that's what they're going to look like with their own babies.

AWWWW

it's so cute.

Adam's Shelley and Kaden aged up.

here is Shelley.

And here is Kaden

oh he's like a white Harid Caden

oh i miss my green boy

he looked so much like Kaden i gave him a Residence Key

OH MY GOD Michael GOT INFECTED SUMHOW

how did he get infected?

oh my god this is so sad

the Baby wants attention but everyone is infected AND DOSENT CARE

this is why you don't do drugs kids.

Lucifer Feals hurt by Michael.

oh my god I sware Lucifer is the only person in this house that can get stuff done anymore.

OZzie aged up.

[yuco-the-alien116]

I want to write the most tooth rooting fluff, angst saddening shit, between Victor and C-C. In fact, I will do a small run down!

Victor and C-C are like the side kicks, the third wheel to a fight between the Detective and Cam. They never interacted or met before and almost never will.

Until the Detective and Victor get invited to Cams Club so she can *talk* to the Detective. The Detective gets Victor to sneak backstage and try to get anything he can on Cam and her gang, like their base of operation or their next big plan.

Victor finally runs into C-C, their looming figure standing over Victor and making him feel more small than he already was. Victor runs and C-C chases, thinking at the moment he had something.

When they do catch him at a dead end. C-C grabs him, looks him over, and sees he is no threat. They drop him and stare at him, leaving Victor confused and stunned. C-C then leads Victor out of the back stage area and tells him to act as if he had just made it out alive, and tells him Cam is planning to jump them.

Victor is stunned that C-C is telling him this but listens and gets the detective out before Cam can do any real damage.

Why did C-C help him? Why didn't they kill him like the murder they were told to be? Why did C-C continue to watch over Victor for many months after? Why did Victor get attached as well? Why did the two sidekicks fall in love?

This wasn't small buy what ever-

[happytheoristdreamer]

Unfortunate NPC Life

I’m someone but I’m no one. Just another to wander in the background. Many have met me but don’t recognize me. If talked to, I’ll be repeating different lines. 

“Greetings friend!”

“ Watch what you say. The trees have ears."

“ Wait. Did you hear that?"

“It's perfectly safe! Safe-ish."

“You're not alone. I'm here."

I spend most of my days repeating actions that are set to me, such as, walking a small area, sitting down in a tavern drinking, or in my shabby home cooking until bedtime. Sometimes the player will pay me a visit and rob me. Fortunately, I’m not the only one.

There are times where I hope to be like the few NPCs that give out a side quest. Many days will pass as they continue to wait until the quest is complete…at least they can give a side quest, even if it’s down the road or in the next town over. 

The player will come and go sporadically in town until it lessens to hardly seeing them. Day and night start to blur into one. Days just pass by until the player reappears to run pass in a full sprint. Just to purchase a new weapon they've been saving up for or finally made the weapon they desire. Only to go on a killing spree. That new weapon must be tested out and cannot wait for bandits or some wild creature.

I’m not counted as annoying and I’m somehow smart enough to not be near the player during killing sprees. Unless, the player is going to wipe out the whole town… Unfortunately, I come back to existence from a previous save. Everything does. 

NPC life goes on.

[with-the-stars-tonight]

Poetry x Short story

They don’t know the truth

Not a single thing about you

Only that’s you’re all smiles and fun

They think all you do is bask in the sun

Absorbs and love the warmth

So you spread it to everyone

But they don’t know

you prefer the breeze in your hair

At temperatures no one but you can bear

That you love to dance in the rain

When it’s 2AM and I call out your name

They don’t know all you’ve been through

They don’t know how much they hurt you

So just relax for a day

I promise I’ll banish your worries someday

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕽𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖚𝖘

TW // Neglect, Abandonment.

Shifting in my car seat. I tried to get comfortable with the bandages that held my stomach tightly as I got out of the car with a limp.

Using the car door for support, the crisp cold air of midnight brought a sense of déjà vu as I remembered this place very vaguely.

A quiet exhale, and I closed my car door and made my way over to the trunk of the car, popping it open and grabbing my duffel bag. Slowly throwing it over my shoulder.

Closing the trunk, and locking the car with my keys. I made my way up to the house. Observing how dull it looked regardless of how dark it was.

The exterior paint was stained, and chipped, some parts of it just being full on wooden panels. Windows cracked, and foggy. Blankets being used as insulation. Some areas are even straight up boarded. The roof was too dark to look up at, but I was sure that wasn’t in the best condition either.

Damn. If I didn’t know any better, I’ve would have guessed this place was abandoned. Gone to live with the rest of the town.

Nearing the porch that looked like it would snap under a pebbles weight. I could hear someone rushing inside the house before the front door opened to reveal a boy. No younger than 12 with long, blond hair and blue eyes.

I didn’t even get the chance to utter anything as the boy leaped off the porch and wrapped his arms around my neck. Stumbling, I clenched my jaw while I fought off through the pain to hold the little boy.

“You came back.” I heard him mumble into my neck. Nuzzling into it. “You came back.”

“I did.” I hummed quietly, slowly moving one of my hands to support his back. Noting how light, and skinny he really was. How greasy his hair was.

“I’ve missed you.” The boy admitted. His tone quiet. Pulling at my heart strings while I hugged him back tighter.

Supporting his weight when he leaned back. I took notice of his bruised face, and tired eyes. His clothes were old, and raggedy. Not even pajama clothes on him at this time of night.

“Do you remember Mr. Pea?” The boy asked, his eyes lighting up with new energy. “And Penguin?”

Cringing at those names. Those were definitely something a child would name something, or someone. Yet nothing brings up any remembrance of these names.

“No I don’t, Alvar. It’s been a long time.” I said, putting him down on the ground.

“Then we must go meet them again!” Alvar declared, taking ahold of my hand and tugging at me to move forward.

“Right now? It’s nearly 2:00 A.M at night.” I said to him, then asking. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

Alvar stoped tugging at my hand, and squeezed it a couple times. “I… was waiting for you?” He said nervously, sounding like he was questioning himself more.

Wrapping my hand around his much smaller one. I pulled him forward gently while I slowly kneeled down to the ground. Ignoring the painful pricks that eat at my side.

“I’ll accept that excuse for now, but I’ll like to know the full story. Not right now, but whenever it comes forth.” I said to him. Paying attention to how his skin was turning red, a shiver coming from his little body.

Not expecting him to jump into my arms. I nearly stumbled over again from the boy. His cold skin touching my warmed one.

“Come on! Let’s get see Mr. Pea, and Penguin.” Alvar let go of me, and took ahold of my hand, trying to pull me forward again.

“Whoa, hold on there!” I laughed, pulling him back to me. “One, you don’t have a coat, and two it’s dark out.”

“But-”

“We can go on this adventure of yours tomorrow morning.” I stated, picking up the boy. After we get you some proper clothing, and a meal. “I’m sure whatever you’re trying to introduce me to will still be there.”

“…Promise?” He asked, looking up at me.

“I promise.” I confirmed. Briefly, hesitating to go up the porch stairs that cracked underneath my weight.

Walking through the front door, and closing it behind me. The interior of the house was stained with cigarette smoke. Some spots darker than the others from a different, unknown source.

It wasn’t the worst thing I’ve been in, but it definitely was bad for a child to be living here in the conditions.

“My rooms just down the hall, to the right? No! Left!” Alvar pointed down the hall while I made my way down. Floorboards creaking under my weight while I was afraid some would flip on me.

Pushing open his door that didn’t even have a knob. His room was probably by far, the cleanest room in this house. Very bland though.

“Welcome to my room!” Alvar said as I put him down. Taking my duffel bag down next, and putting it at the end of his bed that didn’t have a frame, just an boxspring, and mattress.

Plopping myself onto his bed. I took his pillow and tucked it under my chin. My legs hanging off the bed as I relaxed myself. Feeling the slight breeze of the cold coming in through the cracks of the house.

“Hey! That my bed!” Alvar lightly fussed. Coming over and pushing me away, making way for himself as he took his blanket and wrapped himself in it.

I hummed, giving his pillow back to him. Tucking it under his head while I used my own arm as a pillow.

It wasn’t long before the little dude tapped out with me following shortly behind.

—

“Sister?” I heard a quiet voice call out as I stepped through the front door, carrying a bag of McDonald’s, a cup of orange juice, and a bag of clothes.

“Yes?” I responded back, making my way back down to his room with the food in hand. Rounding the archway to see the boy on the verge of breaking down.

“Y-You have gotten food?” Alvar asked, jumping up from the bed, and running over to grab the orange juice I held out to him. Taking a big sip from the cup.

Well, since the damn house didn’t even have food in it.

“C-can we go see Mr. Pea, and Penguin now?” Alvar inhaled, nearly downing the cup of juice in one go as I pulled out an hash-brown from the bag for him to eat.

“After you eat.” I said, watching him practically shove the hash-brown into his mouth. Jeez, when was the last time he has eaten?

Taking out another hash-brown from the bag. I nearly gave him the hash-brown before I titled it back.

“Slowly.” I requested. “You can get a stomachache for eating too fast.”

A muffled a sound came from Alvar before he nodded. Slowing down on taking the hash-brown apart when I gave it to him.

In 10-15 minutes the whole bag of breakfast meals were gone with me eating some here, and there, but most had gone to Alvar.

“Can we go meet Mr. Pea, and Penguin now?” Alvar jumped on his feet. Food-filled energy rushing through his system.

“Dress yourself first.” I said, giving him the bag of clothes before making my way out of the room. “Then, we can go meet them.”

“YESSSS!”

In two minutes flat, Alvar rushed out of his room dressed in new jeans, shirt, jacket, and shoes. Looking a lot less than an homeless boy that he did look like.

“Let’s go!” He shouted, waving for me to follow him. Taking off again, and out the door with me follow shortly behind.

“Thank you for the food, and clothes!” Alvar thanked, jumping around on his feet as he lead the way.

“No problem, little man.” I said, keeping a close eye on his jittery form while we walked down the sidewalk, then onto a dirt trail.

The little man was so energized that he started talking about the stuff we could do, like go rollerblading, ice-skating, even cooking together. Nearly tripping over every rock, and stick on the way.

“Then we could go get so ice cream, then go to the movies, then- oh! We are here!” Alvar rambled, and stopped.

The spot was an open area of a forest with temperate trees surrounding the opening with a stream running somewhere close by the sound of it.

“Mr. Pea! Penguin! Are you here?!” Alvar called loudly. Surprising my little soul out of me at his sudden yelling.

Slowly taking a seat on a near by fallen log. I watched as Alvar ran around calling out these ridiculous names. My hand coming down between my jacket to my stomach, trying to soothe the fiery pain that sprouted there.

“Mr. Pea! Penguin?” Alvar tone turned confused. His head looking back to me. Then his eyes lit up. “Penguin!”

Confused, I turned around and met face-to-face with the white helmet of a Raven Gaurd. Behind him a taller Salamander. This sight taking an bigger chunk of my soul right outta me.

This was the “Penguin” and “Mr. Pea” I was supposed to remember?

[dazedonichor]

A fresh cup of hot coffee sits on my desk next to my work

I'm in my comfiest study clothes, it's a proper setting for a long work session

The to-do list is pinned infront of me, it's in a pretty little format with pretty little handwriting, it hides the dread that comes with its deadpan stare.

I want to cry just looking at it

So I don't, I keep my head down and focus on my work. I read the words, answer the questions. My limbs get heavier the longer I sit here. The words start to get blurry. I can't focus.

Do you remember the accused man of the Salem witch trials? How he got pressed to death?

I can have the best handwriting and the cutest stationary in the world. An ornate door is still, just a door.

The stones are manageable, I pick them off my door with ease, the pressure is comforting. Then they stack

Stone

After

Stone

My door is getting too heavy, I can't breath, I can't move them off. I can no longer count the stones

A stone is just as heavy a stone no matter how pretty the door it rests upon may be

My coffee is cold, and I, I am out of time.

[mimimar]

the woman who holds the moon

prints available here. my cover for this month's issue of baffling magazine.

[taeetimee]

Seen

[weird-as-nightmares]

Welcome to ‘Weird Bloody Nightmares I Had’ where I post random nightmares from my dream journal. Every nightmare. For some reason none of them are actually scary, it’s more like watching Scary Movie - people are dying n stuff, but it isn’t actually scary.

On today’s show, we have ‘Nico’s next bots but school edition’ and ‘Jesus christ why did my brain do this’!

1) Running, running, I take a right into a classroom with a few of my friends following. Noah takes out a pen and begins writing on the carpet ‘F protect’ in frantic, scribbly hand writing. Josie grabs a small, turquoise stone from her rucksack and places it next to the writing just as a giant fork monster approaches the door. It reaches in, it’s hands a collection of sporks. It nearly grabs Josie but then it gets thrown backwards, the writing and stone on the floor disappearing. We take a deep breath and sprint out the door. We make it to a spot in the school in between four hallways, a lever in the middle. I slide and pull the lever with the momentum, the concrete scratching at my bare legs. Black, steel doors slam down and old, pen-stained carpet slides out from under them. We all fall to our knees, preparing to write when a monster comes for us. Josie drags a block out of her bag and pushes it next to the lever. It’s grey, made of concrete with a large crack down the middle. “Do you have a paint pen?” she asks. Black pens can stop any monster and paint pens can write on any surface. “Only a white one,” Noah answers. I shake my head. White pen only stops the fork. Josie groans and rummages through her bag and pulls out a whiteboard pen. They’re similar to paint pens, but they have a higher chance of failing. We hear a sloshing, thudding sound coming from one of the doors. Tomato monster. We push the concrete block towards the doors and Josie hands me a whiteboard pen. I start writing ‘T protect’ on the concrete block, then on the carpet. Noah puts his ear up to one of the doors. “It’s coming from this side.” I crawl to the door she’s at and re-write ‘T protect’. Josie throws me a rose-red stone and I jam it into the crack of the concrete block. I drag it as fast as possible to the door, Josie helping me by pushing it. The tomato monster roars on the other side of the door and everyone gets ready at the opposite door. I reach behind me, pull the lever and we all start sprinting. If the writing fails, it’s better to be already running than waiting for the protection. The tomato monster throws itself at the writing, the protection didn’t work. We continue sprinting down the hallway, the other two are a bit further behind me. Stairs. I slow down to hobble down the stairs before jumping from the last three steps and sprinting again. We’re in the lower levels of the school now, the younger students are here. The hallways are built weird to confuse monsters. I continue forward before taking a tight, last-minute right turn. I slip and crawl into a nursery classroom. I slam the door closed while the teacher stares at me, displeased. “Monster-”

“Write the protection spell. The monsters have been excited today so I haven’t had time to re-write it since the last attack.” I scribble some writing on the door ‘M protect’. It’s a general protection spell for classrooms and people who don’t know what monster is chasing them. I wait for a few seconds before running back out and finding my friends in a different, empt classroom. They’re writing the general protection spells at both doors. I stumble into the room.

Then the dream ends.

This lovely entry was written at 6 in the morning and I would like a finished story.

2) I walked into an abandoned, wooden house. As soon as I walked in, the exit was gone and the gaps in the wood were closed. I walked around, things falling over and hearing stuff until I came across Mollie and Professor. We walked around together in this wooden prison for a good hour until we came across something that wasn’t wood or a candle, a concrete staircase. We decided to be horror movie stars and walked down them. We came into a small dungeon-esque room where a man who looked a lot like my head teacher was standing. The stairs disappeared and the man threw an exacto-knife into Molly. She flopped backwards onto a red pool table she was sitting on. He then stabbed the professor to death with a similar blade. I pulled the knife from his hands and pinned him onto a table. I stabbed him in the chest with the blade while screaming that I was sorry and crying because he wouldn’t die and must be in so much pain. His blood was all over my hands. I slit his wrists and dropped the blade. Then he sat up, picked up the blade and grabbed my arms. He said that he couldn’t die and that he found it funny seeing people cry when they had to try to kill him. Then he stabbed me a bunch in the chest and I died with my eyes open, able to see him walk away.

Then I woke up IN THE DREAM STILL, in a fixed version of the abandoned mansion. All my classmates, including Mollie were sat at a long wooden dining table eating breakfast that Professor was serving, head teacher was nowhere to be seen. I assumed it was just a dream until everyone said that they remembered it, even the people that I didn’t see in the dream. Professor was gone by then though. I got up with Mollie and walked down the basement stairs. “I’ll have to ask Professor if he remembers what happened.”

Then the dream ended.

Why would my brain do this to me, that was like a genuinely scary dream.

[strangelittlestories]

After the occupation, the princess was confined to the palace.

Once a month she'd be taken on a walk around the city, heavily guarded of course, to show the people that she still lived. It also served, of course, as a reminder of what they stood to lose if they made trouble. The princess did her best go wave and smile and give the people what encouragement she could.

The rest of the time, her life was spent in musty rooms and dusty towers. She filled most of her time scouring the castle for materials which she would sew into more and more elaborate outfits, which she would show off on the days when she was allowed outside.

Indeed, the public loved their princess and her dresses so much they'd often sketch or paint them along the route and pass the images on so that all could see the princess at least was well.

This pleased the occupiers for two reasons. First: it kept the princess out of trouble. Second: it gave them a reason to sneer and they did love a good sneer.

"What a vain creature she is!" They would remark.

"Doesn't even care we murdered her brothers so long as she gets enough satin to make her little dresses!" They squawked.

This was unfair, of course, for to call her creations "little dresses" was to call Queen Murderfun the Needlessly Genocidal "a tad piquey". Her dresses were gravity-defying wonders lace and pearl. They were thunderstorms captured in velvet and waterfalls summoned in silk. She was a wizard with silk.

Still, she bore their mockery with a tight smile and careful deference.

"Please, good sirs, my home, my people and my city now belong to you. Let me keep, at least, this one last joy."

And they sneered and they crowed most unpleasantly, but they let her keep her sewing room.

Of course, they would have known their mockery to be doubly unfair had they realised the true purpose of the princess's elaborate designs. For hidden in the intricate embroiderings across her gowns, jackets and fans, the princess had encoded secret (and very detailed) messages. When she would go on her monthly walk, the city's loyalists would line the route, sketching down the patterns to decode later.

Thus did the princess transmit all the occupiers' secrets (unearthed while supposedly 'searching the castle for old fabrics') to the city and thus did she build her resistance.

On the day the revolution finally came, she girded herself in armour of thick spider silk and whale bone. She cut a fine figure with a lacy handkerchief in her top pocket and a razor sharp knitting needle keeping her hair up.

As she waltzed through the castle to open the door for her army, the Usurper King tried to stop her and she simply unfolded her handkerchief and showed it to him.

Upon seeing the impossible arcane pattern emblazoned across it, he fell to the floor with blood streaming from his eyes.

She always had been a wizard with silk.

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