#sorry for the late answer 🙇

[ask-sunnydog-and-mooncat]

Catnap! Do you have any special feelings about Dogday?

I have a dare that’s definitely for sunnydog: I dare you to scare mooncat…hehehe…

(sorry i need to do this . This is for the Lore the next ask for sunny or moon i Will show you a new character but for a short time)

[dalbit0]

hi, long time no post!! sorry for the lack of art lately. it’s been a bit rough and busy for me this year so i haven’t drawn v much. hoping to slowly start again and will answer asks i missed 🙇

[vickychendraws]

your drawings make me so happy and joyful thank u for ur service 🫡😭🫵🏽😤😫🥺🥹🙏🏽

Gahh sorry! I’m so bad at answering asks! This is really late 🙇 idk why I keep putting so much pressure on it in my head

But thank you so much!! My drawing process is honestly kinda chaotic (emotionally lol), so I’m happy to hear that you enjoy them! :D

[myjunkisyuzuruhanyu]

I don't remember who, but someone once said Shoma performs by pacing himself according to his rivals' condition. If they make mistakes, he does, too. If they have high scored performances, so does he. It is not always true, but I think they are right. In my opinion, what delayed Shoma's acquisition of gold medal before was him believing he cannot beat Nathan or Yuzuru. This season, it looks like he has mixed feelings regarding competition about artistry and all. But this aspect aside, when he was asked about beating Malinin, he says it is difficult. If we check the reality, I think it is not true. Of course, judges' decision to infilate Malinin's scores through undeserved pcs and all, and detecting and punishing Shoma's every mistake including non-existent ones contribute him to think like that. Not to mention, Shoma never receives the PCS he deserves. In the end, I am afraid Shoma will create his own obstacles by believing he cannot achieve this or that. For me, he is a skater who has a chance of getting olympic gold medal if he continues. Of course 2 years is so far away and an unknown future , but I am trying to emphasize his capability. So, it is not really a question but I wish he considered himself an unbeatable competitor. I wonder what would happen then. Btw, I am okay with Shoma not winning if he is content with himself and his skating. But he is really extremely humble that it looks like it creates a psychological obstacle.

(Assuming this goes together anon! Also sended quite a while ago, so sorry for answering so late! 🙇)

I think there is a lot to unpack here...it might get long...see it as a "discussion" even if you didn't post a particular question...

I cannot tell you who said Shoma would "pace himself according to his rivals"...I think there is a sort of correlation between skaters doing good and skaters following that also doing good and vice versa that a bad performance leads to more skaters having bad performances. If we look at 2018 Worlds free skate for example, everyone in the last group had horrible skates apart from Nathan (who magically wasn't affected or how I believe learned to distance himself from pressure after the horrible SP at the Olympics), which lead Shoma to win silver despite 3 falls, just bc everyone else was even worse. And I think Shoma didn't like winning the medal that way. I think it's only natural that skaters are influenced by the mood of the audience and skaters. Shoma is a skater that watches his competition until he has to start so Shoma knows exactly what he has to do. So I am almost sure he sometimes just does what he has to in order to get the result he needs. If it's crucial to put the combinations in at the end to secure a medal, he does them like at GPF 2023, but if he knows he'd done enough to win like at GPF 2022 he will not go for it. I think Shoma is smart in that regard, he does difficulty also according to his competition sometimes (and I think that was also a strategy that helped Nathan to win bc he always did adjust his difficulty according to his competition). If you want to call it "pacing to his rivals' condition" or just knowing what he has to do in order to achieve what he needs is up to you. Shoma is not really a skater that skates clean, yet his results speak for himself, that he still has such high personal bests of 212 points TSS, even with couple of errors. So I think Shoma will aim for Gold and to beat Ilia, he's just realistic that it's not gonna be guaranteed to win and also that it's not easy. And ofc if we look at the scores this season it's not Shoma who is in the best position. I don't think you have to fear that he will just condition himself to be good enough to podium. Shoma always paces himself with each competition. I think the real obstacle here are his new boots that may hinder the pacing. For the last two years Shoma has paced himself that he would always have peak condition at the 2nd half of the season. (Even if in 2023 Worlds he was injured, he was well prepared)

"In my opinion, what delayed Shoma's acquisition of gold medal before was him believing he cannot beat Nathan or Yuzuru."

I don't think that's the entire truth. Yes Shoma didn't believe in himself enough to win for sure, but I also think it was just realistic to not think of winning only. I think Shoma was always one that was in the mix to win but not as the favorite (and that's not bc of the judges but bc of BV and consistency) Tbh Nathan had a crazy consistency and also Yuzu's consistency was way better than Shoma's so in reality the chance to win against Nathan (after 2017-2018 season) and Yuzu (from the start) was slim. If everyone would have been clean, Shoma would not have won. When Shoma started to have 5 quads in 2021-2022 then he could cross the line to win on his own accord, before his BV would not have allowed him to pass Yuzu and Nathan even with a clean skate. But up until then it was not only a lack of confidence. I think Shoma was just realistic. Btw Shoma tried to have a different approach in 2018-2019. He did in fact tell media that he wants to win against Nathan and Yuzu. But this approach let him down. He was good in practice and never got it together in competition against Nathan and Yuzu. I think this approach was even what lead him to struggle so much mentally until he felt he was not good enough for any medal. He was close to quitting soon after Worlds 2019. He came in with the height of winning 4cc and delivered worse than ever at Worlds that season. Afterwards I think the believe in himself was completely broken. It took 2 years to get back on a confidence level and then there was also COVID...that was an emotional rollercoaster, never in a million years would I have imagined him to become back to back World champion, I was worried he would quit without ever achieving any big title.

"This season, it looks like he has mixed feelings regarding competition about artistry and all. But this aspect aside, when he was asked about beating Malinin, he says it is difficult. If we check the reality, I think it is not true. [...] In the end, I am afraid Shoma will create his own obstacles by believing he cannot achieve this or that. For me, he is a skater who has a chance of getting olympic gold medal if he continues."

Again I think Shoma is just being realistic. I am the first person to emphasize that Shoma is still in Gold contender position and I was also the one to continuesly emphasize that the Gold was his to lose last season and I sort of still believe that, bc Shoma so far did not deliver his absolute best while skaters like Ilia and Adam this season have still room for adding points but especially Adam I consider to be at a maximum PB score if he's not adding more difficulty. If Ilia would have landed the 4A at GPf 2023 ofc his points would have been a tad higher as well but it's still nothing that Shoma could not achieve with clean skates for SP and FS. Yet realistically Ilia, Adam and Yuma also have a chance to win, bc their score potential is so close to one another, so for me it's a way healthier approach to not expect to win but just try to focus on yourself and your own goal instead of the win only. I also don't think winning only is truly what Shoma wants at this point bc he said himself that winning is cool but also kind of boring, he lost motivation last season with winning. (That's not a direct quote but a summary btw) Shoma experienced to win, but instead of bunking on his legacy and focusing on a winning streak, he reduced the technical content knowing very well that it would cost him points if he doesn't manage to skate his current BV clean - with a quad more you have more room for mistakes - yet he chose this approach for the season. He also knew a focus on artistry would not get him better scores, yet he still chose this path. If Shoma's goal would be winning only he would not have changed his 5 quad approach this season. He can still very well do the 4S, he could return to a 5 quad program to have better chances at beating Ilia but he so far decided against it. So let's see if he adds it back in for Worlds.

I think Shoma has a chance of getting Gold at Olympics but tbh at this point I doubt that it's what he wants. The Olympics was never as important for him than for everyone else. In 2018 he even said it's just another competition. He underestimated the aftereffects of the celebrity like status and expectations that followed bc of it, but the competition itself was not more meaningful to him. I think 2022 was not that different. I am not convinced that Worlds 2024 will be his last competition, but at the same time I am also not convinced that it's not his last. If Shoma has the ideal skate he thrives for - what medal that may be - he may retire. And actually if that's what he feels is best for him than that's ok. I come to terms with the fact that Shoma will retire sooner or later, it took me a long time but now I can say I am at peace with that.

I don't see Shoma's way as a "psychological obstacle", I see it as a healthy approach to competition. I have seen the contrary approach in Yuzu: Yuzu was all about winning, specific titles, specific goals and that's what worked for him lots of times, but I don't feel it's a healthy approach to always aim for first when you know it's not always gonna happen, no one in this sport is truly unbeatable bc ice is slippery. It will make you unhappy if you're not able to achieve your goals. So in this sense I always felt Shoma has a healthier mindset. It's not that Shoma doesn't like winning or doesn't want to win, but he is realistic that it might not always happen. Shoma will never see himself as an unbeatable competitor, bc he is realistic and bc he knows his flaws. He is not boastful and overconfident, he is humble indeed but I think that's what makes him special that he sees his competition and is happy for them if they achieve something for themselves. He's not unhappy when others win, look at how complimentary Shoma was of Nathan, Yuzu, Adam, Ilia and Yuma. Even if Shoma feels unfairly treated like at NHK23 he didn't begrudge Yuma his win, he let out his frustration against the judges in the interview, but imo he was more unhappy with the result bc he felt the skate was good and didn't get the proper reward, so ppl would like to rewatch it and bc Stephane was so upset about it. If all Shoma cares a bit too much about his surroundings - his fans, the coaches, other skaters - but I don't think that's a bad trait to have. I think if it wouldn't be for fans and Stephane and probably a bit of not knowing what else to do, Shoma would have long retired, but he is still here to reward us all, not himself imo. (Bruh this guy doesn't even know where he keeps all his medals and wanted to gift his medal to the grave. Good that he has a family that cares) It may seem contradictory but I think that's what truly works for him. This season the scores have been quite disappointing - also for Shoma himself - but if we look at it objectively his results ain't bad. He won Nationals, he got a Silver medal at GPF and all of this despite judges not being fully supportive of him, especially the technical panel has been even unfair, yet he didn't finish off podium. I am not disappointed that Shoma doesn't see himself as the best skater - what imo he currently definitely is - but I am disappointed even angry at ppl downplaying his achievements or his fans losing believe in his abilties. The results are out of Shoma's hands in the end - that's up to the judges how they treat him. Let's hope they are fair at Worlds.

I think just as important is that WE as his fans believe in him. That we support him. And with that believe of everyone else around him he has the believe in himself. I believe in Shoma. I trust in Shoma to deliver a performance that leaves us speechless. Will he win? Maybe. But even if not, what's the problem? He has two world titles, he's 26 years old, he has a long career and many medals. He has written his name in the history books. He's the 2nd most decorated Japanese skater of all time behind Yuzu. What more is there to achieve? 😌

[elliebean714]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Chris x Male reader (Cause he fr is a Bi king and deserves all the love in the world) Where it takes place during the game, and the reader wasn't apart of the joke but Josh believes he was and tries to put him in the traps (I think thats a good for it) and when Chris finds out it was Josh he gets really upset. You can kinda decide the rest of it. If you don't want to do this request thats totally okay, I completely understand.

(Also can i be the 🍄 Anon? Again it's totally okay to not refuse) Love you and have a nice day!

GREETINGS 🍄ANON!! OF COURSE YOU CAN! I LOVE YOU TOO💗💕 So, Chris x reader in this is a pre-established relationship, I didn't want to do the 'will they, won't they' he had with Ashley in the game cus I wanted to write him already in a relationship with youuuuuuu💘 I'm very glad that 'Chris is Bi' is canon in our collective minds, this page believes in Bi Chris supremacy 🙇🙇‍♀️🙇‍♂️ This is so goddamn long i'm sorry lol tryin something new that's all. I really like this btw pls request more,🍄 anon. ily. BTW IM SO SORRY YOUVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SINCE AUGUST PLEASE IM SO SORRY. Tiny Tw for gore and panic attacks, honestly if you're fine with the game you should be alright it's not too bad just thought I'd mention it in case yk?

Guilty Until Proven Innocent

Chris Hartley x M!Reader

Fluff, Angst, Comfort, kinda slow-burn (plot wise)

During-Game

Prologue

Chris and Josh layed passed out on the kitchen counters, Beth did the dishes, you cleaned the kitchen. You heard hushed laughter through the double doors that led to the main room, they were surely doing some late night pranks on each other, you rolled your eyes and continued cleaning.

"Did you see that?" Beth asked, searching for something outside.

"What?" You tore your eyes from the surface you were cleaning to watch her.

"Dad said it'd just be us this weekend." She mumbled.

"What's up Beth?"

"I think someone's out there."

You went over to the windows to see if you could find what she saw and she began trying to wake Josh.

"I can't see anything. Where did you see whatever you saw?" You asked but got no response, you turned to see her reading a note.

"I think something's happening to Hannah." She sighed, "Woah, what the fuck?"

Her eyes were on the window, you turned around and saw something running past. You both ran out of the kitchen to see everyone else running to the wide open main doors to the outside.

You quickly found out they had pranked Hannah, humiliating her, causing her to run away in embarrassment. Beth ran off after her alone, you and Sam got everyone inside. You thought the twins would be back soon, you left the door unlocked so they'd be able to get in once they did.

Chapter One

You and Chris sat beside each other on the bus, sharing earbuds, listening to the unsettling video Josh filmed and sent you. He looked out the window, staring at the breathtaking mountain and the snow falling onto the ground outside. You gently laid your head on his heavily layered shoulder. Once the video ended you put the regular music back on.

"I love you." Chris smiled.

You pulled him into a sweet kiss. "Love you too babe."

"He loves me!" Chris exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air with a big goofy smile on his face.

"Always." You rolled your eyes playfully, big smile on your face too.

"Okay, so... when we get to the lodge... what do ya wanna do?" Chris asks.

"Uhh, I dunno, it honestly feels a little weird to be going back you know?" You answer, an uneasy feeling in your gut.

"Yeah, I know. But, trust me, Josh is super siked to have everyone back this weekend. I really think this'll help." He comforts you, gently picking up your hand, giving it a loving squeeze.

"Okay, I trust you." You relent. Still feeling uneasy but pushing that feeling deep down as to not let it ruin your weekend away.

~~

"Cable car's gonna be a while hun. We should look around." Chris says, placing his bag on the bench and leading you around the back of the Cable car station.

"Hey, didn't you say Sam would be here?" You ask him, looking at the wanted poster on the side of the building

"Huh? Oh yeah, she said she'd go earlier, she went up with Jess I think." He replies, distracted by the gun he's holding.

"Where did you find that?" You jumped in surprise, staring at the gun too.

"Oh, there's a shooting range over here." He answered nonchalantly.

He walked over to it, you followed. Once you were beside him, he began shooting the makeshift targets, looking proud of himself and his aim.

"See that babe? I could protect you from all kinds of dangerous things, no sweat." Chris boasts, his big silly smile lighting his face in an ethereal manner. You pull him into your embrace and kiss him sweetly.

"Have I told you how much I love you?" You whispered, staring deeply into his love filled gaze.

"Probably but I'm not gonna tell you to stop." He smiles fondly.

"Good." You say before kissing him again

Chapter Two

You and Chris reached the lodge together, there you found everyone in the group besides Mike, Jess and Emily, the latter were probably busy fighting out in the snow whilst Mike watched so you ignored that and went to sit on the steps beside Ashley whilst Chris spoke with Josh.

You could hear them both laughing and chatting lightheartedly, the sound made you happy. Last time you'd seen Josh he was an emotional wreck, unable to talk through his sobs, seeing him so positive now helped further suppress that uneasy feeling within you. The boys stepped up the stairs towards the main door only to find the lock frozen.

"We're gonna go find another way in." Chris informs you.

You stand to kiss his cheek "I wish you luck, brave traveller." You put on a silly accent.

"Your affection, Good Sir, is all the luck I need." He kisses your hand.

~~

Everyone entered the lodge, chattering idly before Josh lent down to get a fire started, not long after, Mike and Jess enter, with Emily on their heels. As usual, a fight started almost immediately between the two girls, Josh interrupted once he got too frustrated with their petty argument. He instructed Mike and Jess to visit the cabin in the woods, Emily instructed Matt to help her find some bag she lost on the hike upto the lodge, Sam left to take a bath and Ashley to put her things in her room, leaving you and Chris alone with Josh.

You made your way towards Chris, taking off your coat and hanging it beside Chris'.

"Aww look, our coats are in love too!" Chris comments cheesily.

"Romantic." You smile at him.

"You lovebirds almost done?" Josh interrupts.

You and Chris roll your eyes at him and walk over to the frozen stiff sofas, sitting next to each other for warmth.

"So, Josh, you said no ones been up here?" You asked.

"Yup, not in a whole year. Why?" He answered.

"I'm sure you know about it but down at the base of the cable car I saw a wanted poster for somebody. Do you know if that's anything we should be worried about this weekend?" You inquired, with a lighthearted tone to cover the nerves.

"What? No I had no idea. I'm sure it's fine though, don't worry about it." He stated before turning back to the fire.

~~

Josh sent you and Chris down into the basement to look for the spirit board whilst he helped Sam with the boiler.

You both searched the old cardboard boxes for the spirit board Josh mentioned. It seems you were taking the search more seriously however.

"Woah Y/N check this out!" Chris called out from behind a shelf.

You followed his voice to where he was standing, rummaging through a cardboard box with 'costumes' written on the side in black sharpie.

"What's up?" You ask.

"Babe! Look at all this cool old junk!" He takes out a creepy mask and brings it upto his face.

"Still hot." You remarked causing him to smile beneath the mask.

"I kn-" Chris is cutoff by the sound of Sam and Josh entering the basement, chatting idly.

He quietly puts on a robe, also found in the box, and the mask. You stifle a laugh and find a costume of your own to put on, Chris leaves to continue searching for the spirit board. Once you're fully dressed, Chris has already found it and hidden it in his robe. You both begin shaking boxes as a distraction, you hear Sam and Josh discuss the noises then begin to follow them.

You snuck ahead, so that when Chris jumped out and began chasing them, you'd have a head start. Sam continues forward, slowly. Chris jumps out at Sam, making a big noise and running after her, she throws down a mat in hopes of slowing him down. That's when you join in, chasing after the duo, making Sam scream louder. Once they reach the door Sam begins banging on it, swiftly finding it locked.

A few moments of panic pass then Chris murmurs "Hey."

"What?" Sam struggles to catch her breath.

"Hey." Chris continues.

"What the hell?" Sam finishes.

You both remove your masks, laughing. "Boom. You just got punked."

Chris and Josh share a high five as Sam finally catches her breath. Josh unlocks the basement door after a bit, Chris, Josh and you start teasing Sam. Once you reach the top of the stairs you see that Ashley is waiting by the fireplace.

Chris makes some cute dumb joke, Sam leaves to finally bathe, then you go with Chris to help him set up the spirit board.

Chapter Three

Josh lights the last few candles, you sit next to Chris, giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek as Ashley sits herself in front of the board.

Chris let's Ashley ask the spirit questions. At first they are simple, silly questions, but they quickly turn serious as the spirit reveals themselves to be one of Josh's deceased sisters. Chris struggles to keep an upbeat mood, Ashley begins to panic further and Josh's face sunk, you can see regret and guilt fill his eyes.

The pointer starts moving erratically across the board, spelling 'proof' and 'library' then suddenly, the table jumps up and the spirit board and pointer fly across the room. Josh freaks out and leaves the room, Ashley scolds you and Chris, thinking you were playing another prank then leaves to find Josh.

"So, I guess we should go find that proof in the library, right?" You ask cautiously. Chris nods solemnly and leads you down to the library. Once you reach it you both look around for a few moments before a series of books are tossed from there place on the bookshelf, a button is found in their place.

"Should I push it?" You ask nervously.

"That's what buttons are for I guess..." Chris responded, a shaky tone to his typically jokey demeanour.

The bookshelf opened, revealing a hidden room, Chris entered before you got the chance to offer. Whilst you're sure it's more eagerness and curiosity, your heart flutters at the idea that he didn't want to risk you getting hurt.

"Woah Y/N, come look at this." He says, a quiet terror to his voice.

You enter the room and take the picture he's holding, examining it. Its nothing special, just a cute photo of the twins, you look at the other side.

I WILL TAKE THEM AND BLEED

THEM LIKE PIGS AND RIP THEIR

SOFT WHITE SKIN OFF! FUCKING

16 YEARS. 16 YEARS I WAITED

FOR PRETTY LITTLE

HANNAH AND BETH

...

Jesus...

Jesus fucking christ...

You feel vomit clawing it's way up your throat.

This note...

Is the most vile thing you've ever read in your life.

And...

It looks like,

it's written,

in blood.

"Hey, hey, babe..." Chris' ever soothing voice cuts through the white noise in your head.

"I feel sick." You whisper. Chris takes the photograph from you and places it back on the desk he found it on.

"I know, it's horrible." He gently holds you, running his comforting fingers through your hair.

You stay in his arms for what feels like forever. Eventually you calm down and pull away. "So uh," Your voice is cracking still, "we should show Josh that picture right?"

"Yeah, when you're ready though. I don't want to push you." He caresses your cheek.

You breathe out slowly, "I'm okay. Let's go."

The pair of you leave the tiny room, he holds your hand, and walk through a long hallway. Eventually you reach set of double doors, you open the door first only to be grabbed by someone in a weird mask and knocked out.

Chris bangs on the door after you, when it opens for him, he spots you unconscious on the floor, Ashley laying beside you, then the person in the mask knocks him unconscious.

Chapter Four

You slowly awaken, in a cold dark room, feeling your arm muscles ache. They're held above your head, hanging from a hook attached to a wooden wall. You hear soft breathing beside you and turn your head towards the sound.

Somebody hangs there, in the same position as you, you call out to them, trying to wake them. When they don't respond you try to kick them softly but they're too far away and your legs can't stretch far enough to reach them.

A few more minutes of trying to wake them pass when you hear Chris and Ashley's voices getting louder and louder, shouting your name. Eventually they enter the shed you're in.

"Chris? Ashley? We're in here!" You called out as loud as you could.

"Y/N? Baby boy I'm coming, don't worry sweetheart!" Chris exclaims, following your voice towards a large window and locked door.

The lights turn on, you see Chris and Ashley through the window and finally recognise the figure beside you to be Josh.

A weird creepy voice starts talking, Josh finally wakes up.

The voice explains that Chris will have to choose between you or Josh. The other will be sawn in half.

Josh and Ashley cry out in terror, you and Chris in desperation. The saw starts spinning. Ashley runs away from the window, not wanting to witness the bloodshed of two of her dear friends.

"I, I won't let you die Y/N, I promise baby, I promise." Chris cries, pained to betray his best friend.

He does just that. Pulling the lever in front of him causes the saw to travel towards Josh.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

The most gut-wrenching cry possible, coming from Josh and Chris, you feel your own tears spilling, and Josh's red, hot, metallic blood splashing onto you.

What feels like hours pass but is really just a few seconds. The screaming creases but the blade keeps spinning. The door unlocks and whips open, Chris runs to you and unties your wrists.

When you fall he holds you, when you find yourself unable to move he carries you out, when you need him he's there, always.

The chill of the winter air freezes your tears, and Josh's blood. Chris hugs you tighter as he sobs.

"They're over here." Ashley calls to someone. Matt and Emily come into view along side her.

"Jesus, is what Ash said true? Some killer is on the mountain.?" Matt asks, stunned by your appearance. All you can do is weap louder and nod slowly, which is more than Chris, who continues to hold onto you and sob.

Their words turn to white noise. The only thing you can hear is the sound of Josh's scream and his blood spluttering everywhere.

Chapter Six

You and Chris returned to the lodge to search for Sam whilst the others returned to the cable car. Chris looked around the upstairs rooms and you checked the bathroom only for everything to turn out empty.

"Hey, Chris?" You stop suddenly, "I can't imagine how bad that was, having to choose between us, but... I appreciate it babe. I really love you Chris."

"I love you too." He sighs, "Let's find Sam, yeah?"

You nod, following him downstairs into the theatre.

"Y/N, you alright?" He stops to check up on you.

"I'm a bit better. But not much." You smile solemnly, he takes your face into his hands as he kisses your nose.

"I know babe, we're gonna get the hell of this mountain and never look back I promise." Chris pauses, studying your face, he looks at you like he's just fallen in love all over again.

"We just need to find Sam then we can go?" You finish his sentence after a couple of seconds.

"Find Sam then we can go."

~~

You found yourselves in the cellar after a series of creepy noises and doors slaming. Once you calm yourselves you start looking around, finding a pink dollhouse with a weird lock on it. You think nothing of it and continue forward down the short hallway when suddenly a painting flies of the wall.

You let out a short yelp in surprise "Woah!"

"How does a painting fall of the wall like that?" Chris whispers to himself, bewildered.

You approached the spot on the wall where the painting once hung, to find a key in its place. You take it to the dollhouse and unlock it. Inside reveals seven dolls upstairs and four dolls downstairs.

The dolls upstairs are posed very deliberately, six dolls have their backs towards you whilst one faces you, without eyes. Looking closer you realise each of the dolls represent one of your group. And they are posed like your friends were in the video they filmed. The one that costed Hannah her life.

Downstairs, two dolls are sitting on the couch whilst only one was in the kitchen. A blond on the stairs. And one upstairs looks like you.

"What the hell?" You whisper.

"I know, this is real creepy." Chris answers.

"Yeah but look, that one," You point to the blond on the stairs, "is Sam. And this one," You point to the doll that looks like you, "is supposed to be me? But I was downstairs with Beth cleaning."

When you say that, the lights suddenly come to life, flickering, and things begin getting thrown off shelves. You and Chris jump in fright and, just as suddenly as they started, everything stopped.

"I'm getting sick of this now!" Chris cried, exasperated. "That's weird, let's just keep going. I want to get out of here fast as possible."

~~

After a pair effort of pushing the heavy metal door to the freezer, you both manage to get in, unfortunately it's a one way door meaning you will have to find a different way back.

Shivering, you groan "Uggh! Why they'd want to make it colder?" Regretting taking off your coat earlier.

"I don't know. Keep moving, that should heat you up a bit." He answers wrapping an arm around you to share his body heat, or maybe he just wants to be near you. "You know I'd offer my jacket if I had it." He smiles as you continue on as one.

"Aww, and they say chivalry is dead." You kiss his cheek, "I appreciate your hypothetical sacrifice."

You turn a corner and find something hanging from a meat hook. A creepy mask, and wearing what looked exactly like Sam's clothes.

"Oh my god is she..." you begin, horrified by the potential answer you'd receive.

Chris reached out to touch it, quickly discovering that is was only a creepy decoy of some kind.

After finding that, you both moved with haste. Time was potentially of the essence, Sam was definitely in danger and you could save her if you hurried, unless she was already dead, of course.

In the next room you found a chair in the middle. With some strands of blond hair poking out from behind it.

"Oh my god, Sam?" You called out, releasing yourself from Chris' arm and running towards the chair, swivelling it towards you. Sam sits in it, in only a towel, unconscious but breathing. "She's okay!" You call out to Chris, "Hey come help me ca-"

Chris' muffled screams interupt you, you turn to face him only to see the creeper in the mask from earlier has drugged him, now he lies knocked out on the floor. Then the freak tried to drug you.

Thinking quick you punch them square in the jaw, so hard they take several steps back, you have to force yourself not to apologise profusely, and to try to escape, but of course they have you cornered, and drug you before you get the chance to fully register everything that's happened. And your plunged into darkness yet again.

Chapter Seven

You awake in an extremely dark room, once again. This time chackled to a chair opposite, who you assume is, Chris, whom finds himself in the same position as you, except with one hand unchackled. In the darkness, you can barely make out a gun that lies on the table between you two.

"Chris?" You call out trying to wake him, after a few more tries he eventually comes to. When he does, the lights come on and, as dim as they are, they do help considerably.

Then you hear mechanical revving from above the both of you, looking up you see two more saws, identical to the one that killed Josh. And the voice comes back.

Chris uses his free hand to grab the gun and shoot the saws but to no avail. Then the voice explains the situation this time. Chris has to choose whether to kill himself, or you. If he refuses, you'll both die.

"Oh fuck." You whispered, letting tears fall.

"I love you. Please remember that honey, remember I love you. With everything in me." Chris smiles sadly.

"No. Chris no don't you fucking think about it. Don't you dare!" You cry as he lifts the gun to his neck.

"He said it's my choice right? Just close your eyes baby. It'll be okay. I promise it'll be okay." You shut your eyes tighter than you have ever in your life at his command.

"Please. Please just let it be me. Don't make me live in a world without you. Please Chris." You sob. Your pleas are met with one final 'I love you' then you hear the shot.

~~

The next few minutes are haunting. You can't hear anything, you don't feel anything. And you don't dare open your eyes. All of a sudden you hear a few more shots being fired and that killers evil, distorted voice taunting 'Chris'. Who is Chris? Your boyfriend? Didn't he die? What's happening?

Then you hear Sam and Mike's voices? What are they doing here? Now Sam is... beside you? Loosening whatever is binding your wrists? Now she's calling your name and placing an arm around you like she's trying to comfort you.

An argument ensues with the voices around you, Mike, Sam and, Josh? And Chris? What the hell is going on?

Mike yells something then you hear what you think is a punch and something large falling to the ground. Following after, Sam and Mike converse on the other side of the room, and Chris moves to hold you.

"Hey, hey babe, you can open your eyes. It's okay I'm here. I'm okay." Chris kisses your head softly, holding you tight. You take a few shaky breaths to calm yourself before opening your eyes.

And he's okay, he's still there. Chris didn't die.

The relief that floods you at the conformation brings more tears. You don't ask questions about what happened or why you heard Josh's voice when you felt him die beside you, you just cry into your beloveds chest because, as shitty as tonight has been, he's okay, he's still here, he didn't die.

~~

You, Chris and Mike took Josh out to the shed to tie him up until morning. Josh was rambling on about nonsense which was aggravating Mike, you and Chris trailed behind.

"Hey, I love you." You smiled, rubbing his cheek softly, "I didn't say that earlier. I was a bit stressed."

In response Chris just hugs you.

"Aww look, my best friend and the prick that almost broke my jaw!" Josh interupts angrily.

"You deserved it." Mike mumbles under his breath.

"I was scared. I had found Sam passed out half naked. You just drugged my boyfriend. Of course I was gonna punch you." You defend yourself, causing Josh to start rambling again.

Chris and Mike scold him for his disturbed actions throughout the night whilst you hang back, only occasionally joining in, one thing that still didn't make sense.

Why was the doll made to look like you sitting upstairs?

Once the group reached the shed, you remembered what grotesque horrors occurred here. Only for them to have been a facade.

In anger, Mike forced Josh to the ground and began doing, something, that was making Josh writhe in pain. Although typically you or Chris would've stepped in to make him stop, neither of you did. Your own anger halting you, plus Josh killed Jess according to Mike so you both felt he deserved some vengeance.

Honestly when Chris told you what Mike said Josh did, even though you'd been through a night of Hell at his hands, you still couldn't believe he'd actually done that to someone. No matter his reasons.

Josh denied the accusations, although none of you took him seriously, he was clearly not lucid. Even as the three of you berated him for everything he'd done, for his disturbed plan, he still defended it like it was something to be proud of.

Finally having enough, Mike grabbed him and pulled him towards a stool sat in front of a pillar but as Mike tried to tie him to it, Josh started thrashing around and eventually it took all three of you holding him down to finally tie Josh up.

Once you did Josh started rambling on again, but no-one was paying attention to him. Mike inquired on whether Chris had ever seen Josh act like this before but he hadn't.

When Josh was done with his rant he laughed creepily and started insulting you, still laughing after each sentence. Angry as you were, you didn't feel the need to defend yourself. He just looked so pathetic, you could've just threatened to punch him again and he would've shut up, but Chris really didn't take lightly to insults thrown at you.

He started to argue with Josh, who was clearly getting a kick out of tormenting the two of you, "I just can't believe you choose your pretty little boy toy over your best friend you dick! Ever heard of loyalty? That guy helped kill my sisters! But what? He's got you so cock drunk you can't think logically?! You tried to kill me for that dic-"

Chris hit a plank of wood over Josh's head so hard he was knocked unconscious.

After a momentary freak out, Mike tells you to take Chris back to the lodge before he 'beats Josh to death'. You do so but once you're out of eye shot you kiss him roughly.

"You're hot when you're angry." You whisper into the next kiss.

"You have terrible timing." He quipped making you chuckle.

The walk back was silent, your mind kept wandering back to what Josh had said, 'That guy helped kill my sisters'...

But you were in the kitchen all night. The dolls did show you upstairs, but you were in the kitchen all night. When you said that whilst inspecting the dolls, the lights flickered and shelves shook violently, like you were lying, but it wasn't a lie, you were in the kitchen all night.

Chapter Eight

"Ahhh!" A bloodcurdling scream pierces the uncomfortable silence over the three of you.

"What the hell?" Sam asked uneasily.

A few seconds later someone started banging on the door and screaming to be let in, Emily.

Chris ran to the door and opened it for her, she fell to the floor shuffling away from the door, then she screamed for him to shut it. You and Sam helped her to her feet and walked her to the couch, all the while trying to calm her and get answers.

Apparently Matt and Ashley abandoned her whilst she was hanging off the side of the fire tower, she fell into the mines, found some horrible shit, and was chased by something.

Eventually Mike came running in, immediately hugging Emily when he saw her. Then came another knock at the door.

After a quick discussion Mike and Chris walked stealthily towards the door. When you tried to join them, Chris told you to hang back to protect the girls if anything happened. But you heard the slight quiver in his voice. A few moments of hushed tension between the two pass before the bang of the door slamming open, followed shortly by loud thumping boots on the hard wood floor.

When the boys came back around the corner, they had a creepy old guy, with a few large weapons and three huge gas tanks on his back, quick on their heels, who then began to scold you all for returning to the mountain. Then after Mike mentioned the Washingtons owning the mountain, he stated that the mountain belongs to the 'Wendigo'.

Murmurs of confusion spark between your friends before the old guy continued on briefly before once again, being interrupted by the ever-argumentative Mike, who himself was shut down by Sam.

The old guy told everyone that there is a curse living in the mountains, that if anyone resorted to cannibalism on it, "the spirit of the Wendigo shall be unleashed.". Whilst everyone stared at him in disbelief or disgust he continued, not giving anyone time to question him, about needing somewhere safe to stay for the rest of the night, Sam offered the basement and the guy told you all to go down there.

"Guys... I ran off and left Josh when I heard screaming." Mike's voice was laced with regret.

"Where did you leave him?" The guy asked.

"In the shed." Mike answered.

"Oh, then your friend will already be dead." He responded ominously, matter of factly.

After hearing this, Chris' face contorts into something solemn yet unreadable. You could see the conflict in his eyes, you took his idle hand and interlinked your cold fingers with his colder ones, bringing his attention back to you. With glimmering eyes he looked into yours.

"I have to go after him." He said louder than he intended.

"What? No! No way, the guy just said he's dead!" You scolded through your teeth.

"I'm sorry babe, I have to go. If there's a tiny chance he's okay I have to try." He reasons with you.

"Please Chris, please don't. He just told us how dangerous being outside is! Please I don't want to you to risk yourself. Please baby." You plead but just as before he ignores your wishes in favour of his selflessness. You'd be angry if it were anyone but Chris, perfect, protective, selfless Chris. How could anyone angry at him?

"I'm supposed to be his best friend and I let him down." He sighed.

You lowered your head in resignation, nodding dejectedly. "Fine, just come back.".

"I plan on it, don't worry." He smiles, with a comforting lack of fear.

"Then I'll come with ye." The guy joins in.

"I don't need your h-" Chris begins

"Shut up and take him." You interrupt, "We'll wait for you downstairs. " You finish.

Everyone began towards the basement, Chris was pulled aside and spoken too by the guy. After their conversation was concluded, they walked briefly towards a side door. You followed behind, wanting to give Chris a quick kiss for luck, stopping to watch as the 'flamethrower guy', as Sam had dubbed him, handed Chris a shotgun. After another short conversation between the two, you found the perfect place to jump in.

"Hey." You called out.

"Hey." He smiled.

"Come back in one piece, okay?" You kissed him swiftly.

"I'll do my best." He assured you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"I trust your best." You sighed as he walked out into the unpredictable snowscape.

~~

The unsteady, suffocating silence filled with tension wore heavily in the air, making it hard to breathe. He'd be okay, he promised, you kept repeating his previous reassurances in your head, every second of agonising quiet you became more fidgety.

A series of distant gunshots stirred further unease within you, curiosity guiding you towards a glass door. More gunshots, getting closer with each one. Eventually you see Chris come, just barely, into view. Aiming the gun at something out of view and sprinting, best he can with a seemingly injured leg, towards the door your standing at.

As soon as he was at the door you threw it open allowing him to re-enter the lodge quickly, once he was in you slamed the door back shut. He hurried you away from the door and down into the basement, limping as fast as he can behind you.

Once you both reach where everyone is waiting for you both they start bombarding Chris with questions. When Sam asks about the flamethrower guy, Chris shudders as he recounts that he was killed brutally by the Wendigo.

Mike started looking for another way out but Sam argued that they should stay put, Emily agreed, mentioning that the key to the cable car was missing when she visited with Matt and Ashley. Mike thought Josh might have it on him and Emily told him the Wendigo may have taken him into the mines, with that Mike decided he'd go down to try and find him.

Then the trio start investigating the flamethrower guys belongings, discussing what they're seeing and what they've seen throughout the night.

You and Chris remained silent, off to the side. Chris held himself tightly and rocked back and forth gently. To comfort him the best you could you put one cautious hand on his back. When he didn't fight, you slowly pulled his shaking form into you. Running a gentle hand through his hair, you calmed him slightly.

"It bit you? What bit you?" Mike's questions interrupted your moment.

"The Wendigo." Emily answered, voice shaky, then she started trying to make excuses as to why it was alright but Mike was denying the possibility.

"Emily, if the Wendigo bit you, you could turn into one of those things." Mike reasons.

"Oh that's ridiculous." Sam tried to defuse Mike's argument.

"He said it was from eating each other, if it bit you..." He trailed off, trying to find the courage to finish his sentence, "You can't be down here with us." Despite protests from you, Sam and Emily, he remained steadfast in his assumption. "You gotta go.".

You thought you should involve yourself, the idea of letting a friend get left to potentially die whilst you stayed safe downstairs made you sick to your stomach, Mike could be right. There was so much you didn't know about these 'wendigo' that you couldn't really discredit Mike's concerns, because to be fair, you shared them.

How could anyone be sure this was safe? That Emily wouldn't turn and kill everyone in the room? At the same time, who in their right mind would send someone to their death based on an assumption. Whilst thinking about whether you should join in or not, your rushed to reality when Mike pulls out his revolver and points it at Emily, who screams in, rightful, terror.

"This is the safe room, Em!" Mike cries through clenched teeth and streaming tears. Everyone stares at the scene with bated breath, begging someone else will stop him, because they're not going to.

~~

Mike left. A few minutes later Sam read the flamethrower guys notebook and found out the bites weren't contagious, and some other things that prompted her to go after Mike, she wanted everyone to go with her, but worried for Chris' injury, you decided to stay behind with him so Sam left with Emily.

"How's the leg?" You asked, hating the silence, but you only got an indifferent sniffle in response. He's trying his best to stay strong, soon you find yourself wrapping him up in your loving embrace.

"His fuckin head came off..." Chris whispered, voice cracking making your heart hurt more than it was.

"I know, I'm so sorry Chris." You soothed him to the best of your ability, he tucked his head into you.

"I just, want to go home." Chris sighed sadly.

"I know baby, I know we're almost done. Just have to wait for dawn to break, then we'll get home. Kay?" You kissed his head and prayed that time would pass faster.

Chapter Ten

Emily returned to the basement alone, saying Sam climbed a cliff on her own to find Mike. She took comfort in her own corner, barely looking at you or Chris once she'd finished explaining what happened. You guessed she was still deeply upset neither of you stepped in to defend her, although in Chris' state, his abstinence was far more explainable. Your silence was a betrayal.

Almost an hour passes, a thick, hefty cloud of quiet suffocates the three of you, one in anger, one in shock, one in horror.

Faint animalistic screeches from afar and all heads whip in their direction. "Fuck..." Emily whispers, Chris whimpers into you and that's all the conformation you need. They're here.

~~

"Run!" Chris shouts when Sam opens the door.

"Go go go go go!" Emily repeats, not before shoving you aside to rush ahead of you.

"Run!" Mike orders Sam after you run past him.

"Oh shit!" Sam screams as she rushes to slam the door shut then follows everyone to the top of the stairs.

"Don't move..." Mike whispers to Sam when the Wendigo arrive.

"Don't fucking move a muscle..." He completes when, clearly, the strongest one locks its eyes on Sam.

Then two more come up the stairs, they clearly anger the main one. Causing a fight to break out between two Wendigo. One gets tossed around and ends up breaking the gas pipe in the fireplace, giving Mike an idea. The first wendigo is killed.

You're unsure of the plan Mike and Sam come up with, telepathically, everybody just knows to slowly make your way towards the open door. The second wendigo is killed.

Once Mike has made it to a light bulb, he takes advantage of the Wendigo being distracted by Sam to crush the glass in his hands. As your inching towards the door, you hear it open and know Chris escaped.

And he's okay, he's out there. Chris didn't die.

"Hey!" Sam calls out when the Wendigo starts to investigate Mike a little too closely, but you're distracted with all the relief in the universe.

Then you hear one more pair of footsteps slowly retreating then turn to sprinting out the door and you know you're next.

The wendigo decides to stare in the direction of the door, however, momentarily trapping you inside and you thank every star in the sky when Sam hides behind a pillar, her squeaky sneakers being a good enough distraction for you to make your exit.

You crash into Chris' arms as you exit the cursed building. Heart pulsing in your ears, he cradles your head into his chest.

"Fuck." Chris whispers with tremble in his voice "It's done, babe, Y/N? It's over we made it! We survived!"

The cry that escapes your throat is full of relief and pain, it's wild and free whilst tied by knowledge that you could never be the same person you were. How could a person recover from this?

Before you know it the lodge has become an inferno and Mike has been thrown out. Everyone stares.

Jess

Time of death 00:12

Josh

Time of death 06:23

Matt

Time of death 06:31

Sam

Time of death 06:52

Epilogue

So much is happening, your head is killing, people died, no one believes any of you when you blame the Wendigo, everyone has sleeping problems now.

When things get bad, you can't breathe, can't think, can't stop crying, you run through it again, a simple statement that kept you sane the whole night.

He's okay, he's still there. Chris didn't die.

You call him he's probably having as bad a time as you, but he helps you through it, and when he needs you, you're right there.

It feels nice, to have someone to talk to, who'll understand you.

You know you're not crazy, and so does he, you hold him, he smiles for you.

That's why the answer is so easy, when, years later, once scars have healed, bruses faded, he asks you to marry him.

Because only a crazy man would refuse.

What I Write~

Games

TWD

~Elliebean714

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[ferlost]

Tumblers algorithm put one of your comics on my dash "based on my likes" I had no knowledge that Thomas The Tank Engine had a fandom.

I have so many questions but honestly I'm following you because anyone who spends this much time making dramatic train drawings is fucking awesome. Plz keep drawing trains.

haha wowzers, thank you for the kind letter anon🙇 and sorry for the late reply. im glad that you enjoy the comics ! im happy to try and answer questions when i can if folks have them.

[laomary]

Hi!! I absolutely love your Dabi art!! I wanted to ask if you have Instagram, or any other social platform where you post your art? I’d love to follow you there too 💕🙇

i know im so late sorry , thank you so much for liking my arts 🥺💋💋

also .. i don't post anywhere except here , and again im so late on answering you i apologize i just saw this

[ilykirara]

Hiii! Thank you for responding to my last question. This ask isn't exactly about your story, but...why do you hc Raiden to be vietnamese?

Sorry, I was kind of stalking your posts😥🙇🙇🙇🙏🙏🙏

Hello again!!! Sorry for the late response — I was abroad for a long time visiting family and I just finished my exam week today :D

First of all, I absolutely appreciate the comments and the support!!! It's nice to know that people enjoy my posts (and makes me feel like I'm not posting for nothing :P). I love answering questions no matter the context so keep them coming if you have any more!!!!!! I'm free for a while now so expect fast-ish responses (^∇^d)!!

Okay, so about your question: I personally like to think Raiden is Vietnamese but technically if I really had to headcanon, I'd headcanon him as Thai because his face model Krit McClean is Thai (love his work!!!)

It was sort of a slow progression. Before I say anything, I would like to clarify that I am Vietnamese so I base it all on my experience and therefore I am 101% bias :D

So, I kinda decided that he was Vietnamese when I was listening to Wren Evans (I absolutely love his album LOI CHOI) and i needed a playlist cover on Spotify because i made my own playlist with all the songs from LOI CHOI and some other vietnamese songs. But, before that, I based it on his rice hat because Vietnam is known for their rice hats (and many other things of course). Then, because I equally love MK11 Raiden, when I saw MK11 Raiden's friendship, I was like hey Vietnamese people really love their EDM/raves so like... it would be really funny if Raiden listens to EDM on a regular basis and considering he can do his own laser shows well he HAS to be a raver to some degree (I wouldn't put this in the story; maybe I'll add in how he listens to EDM like it's nothing for humour but this concept is just a fun thing for me). When I say Vietnamese people love EDM, they fucking love it.

A little more about me... I'm a raver (my main genres are Happy Hardcore and Euphoric Hardstyle) and I have a Japanese first name despite being Vietnamese. Most of my reasons comes from projections HAHAHA

There was this other Vietnamese song that I thought Raiden would listen to/relate to (I was going to say this in my new chap but I'll do it here as well :)): https://open.spotify.com/track/2nR51wakN5K3AJENqGaNg9?si=3aSO_umVTKuvPmje_8nMsg

Those are pretty much my main reasons. I probably won't specify his ethnicity in the story but for me personally, I find it humourous to imagine Raiden as some hardcore raver eating banh cuon under a massive ceiling fan. I don't think Raiden would be interested in the coffee culture that Vietnam has to offer, but he wouldn't mind frequently going out at night when it's cooler to some coffee place to eat che/sago and hang out with good friends

[brumeraven]

🙇: Save Scumming || dolls, self-abandonment, RSD, self-harm?, too many hours spent deleting Discord messages

The rain thrummed heavily against the roof, and my eyes shuddered in time, a too-familiar emptiness leaking down from the tiny muscles in my face to hollow out a pit in my stomach. The magazine just wasn't cutting it anymore, styles so out of date as to be quirky and retro again.

Still, left to right my hands moved quixotically, pages turned in some attempt at wakefulness. Wouldn't have mattered; no one with half their wits would be out in the storm. Only the wind had kept my eyes open, rain driving against the front windows one moment and away the next.

The door slammed open with a crash as a particularly strong gust caught it, and cold damp slunk in off the streets, carrying on it a whiff of something unexpected, something Other...ozone? Damn latchkey probably overloaded again. This wind was too much for it.

Just as I began to stir from algidity, a soft chime assured me a customer had entered, and I papered over my face with a welcoming facade.

"Um, hiiiii!...?" Downright cheery. Trying too damn hard for a day like this. A head peeked inside, followed presently by the rest of her.

She was pretty, I guess, but the pretty that begged your eyes to pass by without notice. No great demands for attention, just deliberate concealment of flaws. Unremarkable but for the odd sweater, tucked up tightly beneath her chin, as if hiding every last inch of skin she could.

"Can I help you?"

She froze, wide-eyed, halfway to the counter, motionless a few painfully-long seconds before breaking the visual silence with an anxious rub at one slender arm.

Too slender. Fuck.

Quick as she pulled the sleeve down, I saw the crazed, bone-white skin beneath.

A fucking Boundless; just my luck.

"Please, feel free to look around! Let me know if you have questions!" The cheeriness was artificial. She wouldn't notice.

All the stiffness went out of her in a moment. That ozone...I wasn't awake enough to deal with this walking minefield.

"Oh, thanks... Um. Long day, heh?" She tittered nervously, face turned desperately, hungrily towards me, even as she purported to browse the racks.

It would be now, I wasn't careful, but that was the last thing I could say to her face. "Uh, yeah, something like that."

I pretended to divide my attention between the catalog and her, even as she flitted about the displays. Mustn't let the silence drag on too long... "Whole side over there is consignment, you know. Late last moon's styles. New enough to fit in but not so new as to be a statement."

"Oh! Uh, great. Heh, sorry for being difficult..." She danced off on silent toetips to peruse the section I'd pointed out, humming softly to herself. As long as she didn't realize it was the kid's section, I could still get through this...

She seemed occupied enough for the moment, and the sound of the hammering rain once more demanded my attention. The rivulets that were tracing odd patterns down the inside of the windows earned a scowl; damn humidity was so high I'd have to mop or there'd be mold everywhere.

"Nice weather, no? Always loved a storm; makes you feel nice and cozy, right?"

That too-cheerful voice yanked me back to the present, and I answered without thinking, my scowl turned on the girl who'd made her way back to the counter, "Can't stand it. Makes for too much work-"

Even as the words left my mouth, I realized my mistake, scrambling to reel then back in and stammering out a quick "but I totally get how you could think that" or something equally trite, all but leaping over the counter towards her, arms outstretched in placation.

Too late.

There was a delicateness, a tenderness to how she plunged the chisel into her own breast, the hint of a shared joke in her faint smile, illuminated azure by the Flux flash from her shattered core.

She toppled to the floor, cracking and hardening into Still porcelain.

...fuck.

The door slammed open with a crash as a particularly strong gust caught it, but the room couldn't have felt any more wet or cold than it already did. All the wind carried in was the thick, nose-pricking stench of ozone, the stench of a world in Flux.

Every small hair on my body stood on end, as if lightning had struck nearby, but no peal of thunder came, only the same soft chime as before.

"Um, hiiiii!...?" The same voice as before, still cheery. The same head peek, her eyes sliding over her own corpse without notice.

I still tried to smile as she sidled up to the counter, managing some sort of greeting through my grit teeth.

She blinked once, twice, then smiled broadly at me. "Awful weather, no? Always hated a storm; makes for too much work, right?"

~🙇

[kalims]

my talent is being delusional and fooling myself into thinking that i'm attractive to read your "meeting a beautiful exchange student" post 🙇

omg mhie sorry for answering this late but my mcs in my fics are made to be described as less as possible 💜 SO TECHNICALLY THATS U AND UR BEAUTIFUL, PRETTY, HANDSOME AND STURF

[thefinalsnart]

SNART SNART SNART ILY IM ALSO VERY AWARE OF ME NOT REPLYING ON DISCORD AND I WAIL ABOUT IT EVERY TIME IM ABOUT TO FALL ASLEEP im smooching u as an apology 3': miss u<3

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers! - @alienaiver ✨

AW NOHR ITS OKAY 💕 I saw a while ago you mentioned you aren’t really on discord much, and I’ve been busy in my own little world lately and haven’t been on here much to say hi myself. 😔💕 Don’t worry about it mwah!

(@alienaiver — just tagging you so you can see this!)

Hhmmm 5 things that make me happy right now are:

1. My brother and my sister in law are visiting! I usually see them once a year, since they live in another part of the country, and that time for 2024 has come. My mom has also made some incredible baked goods for their visit, which I am also enjoying LMAO. Last night my brother, who has a fancy business boy job but is also in a couple bands, one of his friends who is also in those bands, and a family friend who is a folk musician played music together. It’s been lovely so far!

2. Makin’ stuff! I got some new brushes and textures to use in Procreate, and I’ve been having a lot of fun experimenting with them. I’ve also been working on the Dimension 20 Zine Jam again this July, and it’ll be coming out soon in early August! And in between all this, I’ve been making little sketches for AU ideas with friends. I was in a funk for a while, and everything I was making felt like torture. But I’m getting back into the swing of things! Here’s one of the things I drew last night. :3

3. Speaking of D20: I finished The Unsleeping City’s second season! If anyone is unfamiliar, it’s a D&D actual play on Dropout (and some seasons are free on YouTube!) TUC is about a magical, dream-fueled secret borough of New York City and the people who can see and interact with it. I think it’s my favourite D20 series. The first season (which is up on YouTube) had some elements I didn’t love, there was some Iron Fist stuff in there. But the second season rectifies some of that, which I appreciated. Really hoping they bring the second season to YouTube, too. Both seasons have some truly incredible improv in them. Lou and Brennan going at each other as a divorced couple, Brennan’s “You know that kindness is incredibly real. And the realness of that kindness makes it hurt even more that these people are not going to lie down in bed with you to keep you warm at night for the rest of your life.” KILLS MEEEE. It’s also so stupidly funny. In season 2 they get shrunk down so they can go to a monastery inside a hot dog cart that’s run by cockroach monks. They have to fight an army of centurion ants with ballista mustard and ketchup bottles. The absurd creativity of the seasons is so good, and being helmed by Brennan Lee Mulligan who was born and raised in NYC, it does make the place sound and feel magical.

4. Just good ol art in general! For one of the zines I worked on for the jam, I was looking into a bunch of different artists for inspiration. Here’s a little list of some of the artists I looked into: David Blackwood, Mary Pratt, Alex Coleville, Bo Bartlett, Edward Hopper, Maude Lewis, and Wayne Theibaud! Some of their works:

(Edward Hopper, Soir Bleu, 1914 / Mary Pratt, Cod Fillets on Tin Foil, 1974 / David Blackwood, Kean's Men Waiting for the S.S. Bellaventure, 1968 / Wayne Theibaud, Boston Cremes, 1962)

5. Dessert! I’m circling back around to my first point lmao, but my mom made a peanut butter cream cheese pie with Oreo crust… it’s one of the best things I’ve ever tasted. I love sweet treats and if you’re a fellow sweet treat enjoyer, go get yourself a sweet treat right now. I’m gonna go get a slice of that pie now myself, I think.

Thank you for the lovely ask Nohr! 💕 Sorry it took me a while to answer it 🙇 I hope you’re doing well! 💖

[heterho]

hello! it's been like a week so i'm just checking in if you saw my last message! i hope you're doing well. i know school is kicking my ass right now, i'm even behind on my seasonal anime. are you watching any seasonals right now? ~secret santa

do you mind if i ask how old you are? because my anime watching was a little different just because when i was a kid cartoons and anime were all wrapped up in the same category. like, one piece was a saturday morning cartoon. my first time really getting into an anime was naruto because it was on cartoon network. i feel like naruto was the bnha of my generation, an easy entrance anime that after you watch more you're like "what happened?" but still love it forever ~ secret santa

AAHH I’M SO SORRY i did !!!! i was really busy/sick so i didn’t get the chance to answer as usual last week, so for so some weird reason i figured i’d just respond to both asks on this saturday as per usual. (((＞＜))) (i’m realizing now that was silly of me to wait so long, my thought process here LOL) i’ll combine your asks here !!! i hope you are doing well and i’m so sorry for causing worry!!!!!! ( ˙▿˙ ) 🙇

omg i totally feel you with school, i felt like there was no time for anything but finallyyy a break !! i hope the worst of it is over for you as well!! (o´▽`o) oh gosh i am sooo behind on seasonal anime, confession actually, i haven’t properly watched anything at all in months now... i’ve been so focused on school and personal hobbies i’ve felt as if i’ve had no time, but i probably will starting winter break!! i’m really looking forward to bocchi the rock! and mp100 season 3, and i’m going to see if i can get around to watching the second cour for spy x family as well!!

ahh i’m sorry, i don't post my age publicly anymore, but it sounds like you might be a lot older than i am !! i vaguely remember that, but since i got into anime suuppper late, for me it ended up being a fandom exposure kind of idea for newer gen anime! (˙▿˙ ) that's really interesting tho !! i've been going back and forth debating watching naruto, but the length is deterring me! maybe i’ll get around to it tho.  („• ᴗ •„)

[thatonegaytheaterkid]

hi! i wanted to request a scenario with katsuki where reader is in the same agency that uraraka or deku and bc of that he has to go to that one mission to save eri? and like before the mission katsuki gets all mad bc reader is acting too suspicious (bc no one can't know about the mission) and thinks reader is cheating on him or something like that🚶reader is all crying like dude i'm just in a secret mission i swear BUT katsuki doesn't give a fuck and just treats them really bad ANDDDD the next day when he wants to say sorry etc the others (kirishima, mirio, tamaki, deku, uraraka etc etc you know) come back from the mission without reader bc he died and HIS LAST WORDS WHERE SOMETHING LIKE "TELL KATSUKI THAT I LOVE HIM" i want his reaction i want the angst i want the tears THE REGRET THE GUILT 🙇🙇 i love angst thank you have a nice day

Unkept Promises

Pairing- Bakugou x male reader

⚠️Warnings⚠️- hurt no comfort, arguing, major character death, description of large wounds, mentions of blood, angst, false allegations of cheating, grief

Requests are- OPEN

A/n- I LOVE this request and I really don't think I did it a justice but I definitely tried my best and I hope you enjoy! There's also no use of pronouns in this but it's still implied to be male reader oriented ALSO SO SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET THIS DONE-

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What's with this change in attitude?

Why're you distancing yourself so much from everyone all of a sudden?

You're usually so bright and energetic, always running around and talking everyone's ears off. Why is it that everytime he saw you talking to someone it was always Deku, and why are the two of you meeting up in private so often, sometimes it feels like you're talking to Deku more than him.

It wasn't just you either, it was also Kirishima too, he had also been keeping some distance with everyone, did Kirishima know something he didn't?

Were you cheating on him?

No, no, you'd never do that, it's you, if you didn't love him anymore you'd tell him

Right?

That's it. He hated having to constantly question everything, he was going to settle this today. He was finally going to get answers for all of his questions. Not that he had to worry though, it was you, you're probably just going through something and don't want to talk to anyone except a close friend, right? At least that's what he wanted to believe

But in the back of his head he still had this lingering doubt, what if he was wrong? What if you have fallen out of touch and chosen someone else over him, all he could do was hope that he was wrong and it was just nothing

He knew it was late but he had to get things straight before he tore his head apart

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"Hey can you come to my dorm? I wanna talk about something"

Sent.

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He didn't want to admit it but even though he was the one who had asked he was still scared

Scared that he'd be right, scared of the possibility that maybe, just maybe, you no longer felt the way he felt about you, but he couldn't take it anymore, he needed answers and he wanted them now

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"Of course! I'm on my way" you replied almost instantly.

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The two of you haven't had enough time to really spend alone with eachother, the only thing on your mind was the mission, so much so that you hadn't even been able to properly talk to him in what felt like weeks since your head's been so flooded with the planning and how it has to go perfectly, for the longest time you yearned to tell him what was going on but you just couldn't, it hurt because you knew how confused he must be, what if he thought you were avoiding him all of a sudden? What if he thought it was his fault? What if-

No.

You couldn't keep filling your head with 'what ifs', it was the night right before the mission and you just wanted to spend some time with him instead of filling your head with even more stress on the matter

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It didn't take you long to get to his dorm, less than a minute actually, you were eager to finally talk to him, it'd be a great way to lay off some of the stress that was contaminating your mind

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When you got there the door was already unlocked and you just had to go in,

You opened the door then locked it as you went in greeting him with a big smile plastered on your face

"Katsuki!" you beamed as you smothered him in a hug, something you haven't been able to do in a while

He missed this, seeing you smile as he felt your touch surround him, he wished he could stay like this forever but he couldn't afford to let himself get distracted

Not long after he slowly pushed himself off of you, "There's some things I've been needing to ask you (Y/n)" he said in an almost stern tone but not wanting to seem angry

He only ever said your name in serious situations so you knew whatever he was about to ask had to be important

You nodded and you both sat on opposite sides of his bed preparing for whatever he was he was about to ask

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"Why've you been so distant lately?" He asked, almost able to hear some strain in his voice, it was obvious he'd been contemplating things for a while now, you could tell he was trying his best to not yell or cause a scene

"Why have you been meeting in secret with with Deku so often, I see you sneaking off with him all the time now, you've barely talked to me in the past week, what's going on?" they were barely noticeable but there were some cracks in his voice as he said it, raising is voice to a small degree

"It's nothing, I've just been having some trouble with a subject is all and I've been needing some help with it"

You're lying.

You're one of the top students right next to him, there's nothing that could possibly be giving you so much trouble that you couldn't just ask him.

"Why are you lying?"

"Excuse me?-" your heart dropped

"Why aren't you telling me the truth?" He put it blunt

"I know you're hiding something, please just tell me what it is, please I, d-did-"

"-Did I do something?" Looking into your eyes, it was like a scene from a movie, seeing him so distraught

You could hear him choke up, listening to him sound so desperate made your heart almost break

"No, No. Of course not!" saying as you pulled him into a tight embrace, staying like that for the next couple of minutes as a way to help calm him down

You pulled back a bit to look him in the eyes as you stroked his cheek, "Look Kats, you didn't do anything to make me want to distance myself from you ok?, it's just that.." You had to take a second to make a deep exhale while lowering your head a bit not being able to look him in the eye, "there's some things that I can't tell you right now"

"And why's that?" "Why can't you just tell me what's been going on now?"

"I-"

"I can't explain why right now but I promise I will soon"

"(Y/n)"

"Just tell it to me straight...have you been cheating on me?"

The look on his face as he asked would be something you'd never forget, he looked so defeated, as if something in him just, broke for a second

You knew how he was feeling but it just hurt so much that a thought like that would even cross his mind

"No, no! Never! I'd never do something like that Katsuki!"

"I know how you're feeling Katsuki, but I can't tell you what's been going on for now, and I know that's all I've been saying but you need to trust me on this, I promise I'll explain everything soon" you stopped to look away no longer being to make eye contact with him, tears starting to make their way into your eyelids

That was his wits end, "For now? For now?! Why can't you just say what's going on now?! What are you even waiting for?!"

"If you feel like you don't want to be with me anymore then I'd rather you just say it to my face then make me wait!"

"Katsuki! That's not it I just can't-"

"-tell me why?" he interrupted "Forget it, if you're not going to answer me then just...leave" He couldn't even look at you anymore

"Clearly we're getting no where with this so just-"

"Katsuki please I-"

"Go"

Hanging on to his last bit of pride, all he could do was just send you away so that he could try to clear his head

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Even you knew you just dug your grave deeper and deeper everytime you said anything and at that point you had tears covering every angle of your cheeks

All you could really do at that point was do as he said and just go

You ended up just going back to your dorm, unable to sleep for the rest of your night just replaying the entire scene over and over in your head thinking about what you could've said differently, you just wished you could've worded it all some other way than just 'i can't tell you but I will soon', if someone kept answering you like that then hell, you'd get angry too

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But it'll all be ok

-Is what you kept telling yourself because you knew that as soon as the mission was over you'd be able to finally explain everything to him and he'd understand everything, you couldn't wait until it was all finally over and everything could go back to normal

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Just like Izuku, Uraraka, Tsuyu and Kirishima, you got up and left when receiving the message from Aizawa

No matter how distraught you were about the whole thing you couldn't allow it to mess with how you did during the mission, you had to make this go as smoothly as possible and not let your feelings interfere with anything

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Now cut to the fight in Sir Nighteye against Overhaul

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You had been fighting alongside him during the entire mission, every hit, blast and kick had been coordinated to be exactly in sync with him throughout everything

You and him had been training together for a long while now in preparation for the mission

You had learned to trust in every move he put down and followed him without a doubt

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In the end though,

It only led to you dying a painful death

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Unlike Sir Nighteye the spike you'd been impaled with had stabbed you mid-air and came out as you fell from the impact

Leaving you to bleed out

The last person you were able to see was Mirio with Eri clinging behind him

All he could do was yell your name and tell you to hang on while he'd send help

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You could feel the life draining from you every second that passed, the only person you could think about was Katsuki, every memory the two of you shared was the only thing to start flooding your mind

You knew you weren't going to live through this, all you could do was bring Mirio's head down and ask him for one last thing

"Hey, um, this is gonna be a bit hard for me to say but.. can you tell Bakugou that..I'm sorry I couldn't tell him the truth myself, even though I promised to..please" asking with a weak smile, your voice straing from the sheer amount of pain you were in

All Mirio could do was lay in tears as he felt you stop breathing promising to himself that he'd get through all of this to tell Bakugou your last words

As you stayed there, lifeless, your corpse was now being carried by support heroes to an ambulance above everything hoping, praying that you'd somehow make it

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He dropped to the floor on his knees as his legs gave out from being in such shock and disbelief

Mirio had ended up relaying your message to him around a few days later when he had deemed himself well enough

It was like everything had stopped for him, Bakugou hadn't even noticed he was crying, he felt paralyzed

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He knew something had happened when he wasn't seeing you the next morning, not at breakfast, not at class, it only left his mind to wonder

He'd seen what had happened on the news, though he was in distraught, he still believed that maybe you were still alive somewhere in a hospital with the rest of everyone that had gone to the mission

So this is why you couldn't explain

He finally understood everything

But only when it had turned out to be too late, he didn't even know what to do

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He ended up spending the next couple of months not being able to move as well as before, of course he still trained and went to class but during it all he just felt...lifeless

Someone he loved more than anything was now gone, the last thing he even did was shun you and send you away not even being able to say a proper goodbye

During the day he felt like he was barely holding on sometimes and whenever he was alone all he could think about was you, everything now felt so empty without you not being there to talk to him, to embrace him and tell him it was all going to be alright

It wasn't just him who felt the difference, to everyone it all felt like a big part of their lives was stripped away to never be seen again, all everyone could do was just mourn over your unfortunate death

All Bakugou wanted was you, to just hold you one last time, to tell you how much he loves you, to be able to talk to you just one last time, but now he couldn't have that because well, you're gone now.

[ethanharli]

Requested; No.

Pairing(s); Kuroo Tetsurou x Top Male Reader.

Warning(s); Drabble(?), Angst, Heartbreak, Swearing, Depression, Overthinking, Yelling.

DNI; if you use she/her pronouns.

A/n- I wanted sadness with my comfort character cause I'm an emotional masochist, and I needed to vent somehow. 🙇

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A smile settled on your face, as you slowly got everything set up in the kitchen. You planned on making a special dinner tonight since the weeks been stressful, for both you and your lover. Though Kuroo looked like he's been put through the ringer. He's been extra snappy lately and wouldn't dare make eye contact, or try to hold a conversation, hell, he wouldn't even bother. It'd be a lie if you said it didn't hurt, but you tried your best to be understanding and hoped that he'd feel better soon. So, you thought why not have a relaxing dinner? He always loved those, especially when you both watched a movie together.

Speak of the devil. Your eyes practically lit up when you spotted Kuroo entering your shared apartment, and you went to greet him at the door with a kiss as you usually did, only to be nudged out the way and brushed off. You stood there for a second, trying to ignore the way your heart dropped in that moment. "How was work baby?" You asked, walking into the kitchen while he set his stuff down in the dining room. "Same old" His voice was neutral, same as it has been these past two weeks. "Well hopefully it'll get better right? Though I decided to make something special tonight, want to help?" You smiled, trying not to think about how his brows furrowed in possible annoyance.

"Fine" A small sigh slipped past your lips, trying to let the blunt answer wash over you. Handing him a cutting board you started to wash the vegetables in a painful silence. "What movie would you like to watch tonight? I was thinking-" A harsh slam came from beside you, making you jump and look towards Kuroo in concern until he spoke. "Shut up already! Fuck I can't do this anymore!" The look in his eye made your heart drop to your stomach, he looked mad, frustrated even, but guilty to. He looked so tired and drained, and you wanted to help him, to comfort him, but refrained, "Do what anymore?" You mumbled softly.

"This! Us! I don't- I don't love you, [Y/n], and I don't think I ever did" His voice quivered as he spoke, stuttering the words as tears gathered in his eyes. However, tears were already running down your cheeks and your heart felt hallow, almost completely numb as you tried to muster a smile. "Oh, so.. These past few months, it was all a lie?" You said, barely above a whisper as Kuroo quickly shook his head.

"No- I mean yes- I don't, I'm sorry, I think, I think I only loved the attention you showed me, that you gave to me, but I know I, I never loved you." Every word just hit harder than the last. Every I love you, every cute pet name, every kiss, every happy moment you've had together. All went down the drain, knowing now that, "It was all fake then huh."

"[Y/n] I'm sorry-"

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Your tone was cold and neutral, as you tried your best not to break apart in front of him. "I didn't want to hurt you" You couldn't help but bitterly laugh at that, while more tears slowly fell from your eyes. Everything hurt, it's like you just awoke from a painful nightmare, and yet this is reality, staring you in the face.

You basically lived a lie.

"Not telling me sooner only makes it worse Kuroo, I guess we're done then right? I'll pack my bags" Before you could walk off he grabbed your arm, turning you to look at him, noticing the tears that now trailed down his cheeks, and the desperation in his eyes.

"We can still be friends though, right?"

"No, cause unfortunately I actually loved you."

[twiafom]

i was pondering bout this and im kind of wondering: do you think the "Am I going crazy" part (2:40-end) of bo Burnam's Goodbye fits either hiccup or Jack? also, love how you draw the backgrounds; wonderful attention to detail.

hey! man i haven't checked out bo's stuff in about 10 years but this was pretty welcome, he's a really good singer!

i think you could realistically view it through the lens of either character BUT i will admit going in i was thinking about hiccup a bit because his arc has been on my mind a lot lately, so here's some hiccup thoughts you probably don't really need to read because it's only like 40% bo burnham related

through 2 and 3 (not including rtte in this because i still haven't finished 🙇) he's trapped in cycles of dodging responsibility out of fear of being trapped: 2 ends with him becoming chief after running at the start, not because he came around to the idea but because his father was dead and it was either step up or run, and 3 starts with him and astrid talking about getting married, they both talk about not being ready but astrid is clearly just trying to appease him, and then without any real indication of a change of heart it ends with their wedding, i guess as a large narrative indicator that hiccup is a Big Boy Grown Up now

so the lyrics made me think of hiccup and those cycles in his story! especially near the end of 3 when he's talking about how he feels right back where he started, even after 6 years(!) with a changed berk, now having been chief for a year(!) with his girlfriend of several years(!) who is reassuring him, after having been his partner with him through all of that time, that she saw him right there at the start of it all. with all of that he still feels like a screw up 😭 i get that this is supposed to be a callback to 1 but man does it feel sad as all hell for hiccup's character, ESPECIALLY when it ends with toothless leaving

i don't necessarily think there's anything wrong with hiccup being chief or marrying astrid (i very much love what hiccup and astrid do for each other and have nothing against the ship, as far as canon relationships go it's not like i ship hijack because i hate hiccstrid haha) but narratively i don't think the movies seamlessly transitioned between hiccup running from those things to finding that they're what he really wants. which is why i've been thinking about hiccup's overarching movie arc as a tragedy for so long tbh

this is a pretty long answer to come from a bo burnham song LMAO sorry about that i'm just in my hiccup thoughts 😭 if anyone interprets his arc differently or thought the movies did what they were going for when it came to hiccup and what he wants in life absolutely more power to you! this is mostly my thought process when i think of what i would want to mend in aus tbh

[charming-2d-boys]

Bomi!! bb how are you! <33

Hey, Rose! 🤗

Sorry for going M.I.A. again and answering after so long - it's been quite some crazy months 🙇

Well, I'm officially done with anything related to school and degrees and I've been really distressed and depressed about not finding a job for quite a while - hence the inactivity.

But I started teaching Japanese again and I'm signing a contract for a job as a Korean teacher in January and I'm so happy about finally getting a job where I can do something with the languages I'm interested in 😍

But enough about me. How have you been lately? Anything good happening in your life? ☺️